Post box in Dungulph

Explorer Tom Pollfur Bridge would tell you its secrets after three pints, mostly about how it’s been improved over time. The masonry breaks are like its scars from all those renovations in the nineteenth century. Lean on it gently and ask it about its love life.

Explorer Tom Mill in Dungulph always brags about surviving a massive storm back in 1840, even though nobody really remembers if that was a storm or just a very aggressive gust of wind. This water mill shell is repurposed and full of itself, showing off its solid-to-void ratio like it’s the most impressive thing you’ve ever seen.

Explorer Tom Fethard Castle has strict house rules: no hats, no questions, and absolutely no breathing too loudly near the ruins. It was a summer home, so it still thinks it’s July somewhere inside. Visit, then text me what you think. I'll pretend to read it.

Explorer Tom Hook Head Adventures features a bird that refuses to leave no matter how many people try to shoo it away politely. It sits right there, judging everyone who comes down to see the cliff edge, acting like it owns the whole coastline personally now. Pretend you're a lost aristocrat, nobody will check.

Explorer Tom Grange Beach claims it can hear every whispered secret through its walls, which makes for some awkward sunbathing. It's been eavesdropping on the locals' arguments about who left the gate open since the last century. Take a mate and argue about what it was for.

Explorer Tom Lady Well in Tintern is where a fox took full charge last winter, barking at every passerby until they gave up and left their sandwiches alone. It’s a tiny masonry canopy sitting right by the tidal estuary, looking suspiciously like a very fancy dog house. Best seen with a hangover and a sausage roll.

Explorer Tom Graveyard in Tintern says a zombie attack would be easy because the walls are tall enough to climb. It just needs to wait for the undead to get tired of banging on the stone. Bring biscuits, every good story needs biscuits.

Explorer Tom Baginbun Beach in County Wexford has a retirement plan that involves doing absolutely nothing but looking good for tourists. It’s basically on permanent holiday mode, which is rude, honestly. It's free, it's odd, what more do you want?

Explorer Tom Baginbun Head was the subject of a parish argument about whether it should be called Baginbun or Big Bun, which lasted for weeks. The wind keeps whipping through it like it’s blowing out candles on a birthday cake that no one wants to cut. Visit, then text me what you think. I'll pretend to read it.

Explorer Tom Duncannon Beach keeps getting picked on by the wind like it’s got something to hide. There are steps down there that seem to have a grudge against my knees. A handy spot to stretch your legs and your imagination.

Explorer Tom Houseland Castle handles nosey neighbours by pretending to be a very serious pile of rubble with standards. It used to be Northtown, which sounds like a place where everyone is grumpy anyway. Ten minutes here and you'll have a yarn for the pub.