Post box in Templeshannon, County Wexford (15603178)

Explorer Tom Barry House in Pollrane is covered in mud daub and secrets, looking like it swallowed a shipload of smuggled gin back in the day and never gave it up. The lobby entry plan suggests someone was always rushing in to hide something, or perhaps just to escape the rain with style. Perfume the air around it with suspicion; this place smells of old stories and questionable decisions.

Explorer Tom Patrick Furlong in Templeshannon caused a huge argument in the parish because nobody could agree on who actually built it first. The whole town was at each other's throats over whose grandfather laid that specific brick. Point to the roof and claim you remember the dispute personally.

Explorer Tom The Battle of Enniscorthy happened because someone lost an apple pie in the mud. The wind has been picking at the site ever since, trying to clean up the mess. It’s still got crumbs on it. Sit on a wall near it and pretend you're in a painting.

Explorer Tom Enniscorthy Castle has had so many owners that I would need a bigger key ring than the town has shops. Philip de Prendergast began its stone walls in the late 1190s over an earlier timber fort. Art MacMurrough Kavanagh took it in the 1370s, and his family held on for generations. Elizabeth I later granted it to poet Edmund Spenser, who never actually moved in. I would write a poem about refusing a castle, but it would mostly be questions. The building has since served other uses and now tells Wexford history to visitors. Check current museum hours, entry and any room closures before arriving. Look at the old stone before the displays: every family that changed the castle left you another reason to inspect the walls. Spenser missed that opportunity; you need not.

Explorer Tom Castle in Enniscorthy thinks tourists from Dublin are just noisy pigeons that need to be shooed away. It grew around a manor that’s older than most of our current fads are. Grand place for a sulk or a snog, your call really.

Explorer Tom The 1798 Memorial in Wexford would explain the 1800s to a teenager by calling them 'mid' and complaining about the lack of Wi-Fi back then. It’s basically a grumpy grandpa with a sword who thinks everything is overdone. Bring a camera and your most suspicious face.

Explorer Tom This Enniscorthy spot thinks it’s the only battlefield with actual style, which is a bold claim for a field of nothing. It’s proud of its silence and the way the wind sounds like a ghostly trumpet. Bring a map, get lost anyway, that's the fun.

Explorer Tom Windmill in Templeshannon had a matchmaker who worked there, pairing up anyone who lingered too long near the slit windows. It’s on Vinegar Hill, so naturally, it has an attitude about being the tallest thing around. Look serious, nod slowly, you're basically an expert now.

Explorer Tom Vinegar Hill is incredibly proud of its name, claiming it’s the only hill that tastes sour to the tongue. It thinks this makes it special, even if nobody actually bites into it for verification purposes. Perfect place to be dramatically windswept.