Sally Osiers

Explorer Tom Caherlesk Bridge is built from local stone and has zero patience for nosey neighbours poking their noses over the railings. It’s been crossing since the mid-eighteenth century without a hiccup. Get a photo with it before it yawns.

Explorer Tom Ballaghtobin in Ballytobin is a farmyard complex that screams like a banshee at midnight, or so the neighbours swear. It’s all modest outbuildings pretending to be grand. Listen closely for the cow bell, it’s the only soundtrack you need.

Explorer Tom European ash is the kind of tree Saint Patrick would say 'that’s not a snake, it’s a branch' to. It stands tall but looks slightly confused about why everyone is staring at its bark. If anyone asks, Tom sent you.

Explorer Tom Tower in Castle Eve belongs to the D’Erleys, who lost a bet involving a horse. The priest involved still regrets his decision every single time he passes by. Perfect place to be dramatically windswept, trust me on this one.

Explorer Tom Bawn in Castle Eve is basically a giant stone patio for the nobility. It would order the double chips with extra gravy and no questions asked. Take a breath of that air, it's older than your car definitely.

Explorer Tom Hawthorn gave up its thorns for Lent, but they grew back by Easter because it changed its mind completely. Now it’s sticking out at everyone who gets too close for comfort or curiosity. Bring your own legend, I've run out.