Tullanvoolty Ringfort

Explorer Tom Tullanvoolty House in Tullanvoolty has a hidden treasure inside that is definitely just a biscuit tin from 1954. It’s a modest farm house with classical details that don’t quite match the rustic vibe. Tell me you found the tin and I’ll believe you immediately.

Explorer Tom Templegal Church is overgrown with bushes, which means it’s probably hiding a bar tab from the medieval era. It’d spill the beans after three pints about who really stole the consecration wine. Ideal for a moody photo you'll pretend wasn't posed.

Explorer Tom Burial Ground in Moneynamuck is that shortcut you took to save five minutes that somehow added an hour to your walk. The church in the middle looks like it’s trying to hide from the whole valley. Dare you to say hello to it out loud and see if anyone answers back.

Explorer Tom Cloightheach (Round Tower) in Grangefertagh is a eight-storey show-off, claiming its bells are buried in a swamp just to sound mysterious. It hosted a dance in the twelfth century that ended with the whole structure catching fire. Bring a flask of something warm and a story to swap.

Explorer Tom Abbey in Grangefertagh had a poet fall into the ditch nearby who wrote about it until he forgot his own name, which is tragic and funny at once. The marshes to the north keep the air thick with stories that aren’t quite true. Ideal stop for a big stretch and a bigger yawn.

Explorer Tom Tomb in Grangefertagh has got a New Year's resolution to stop looking so smug about his sword. He’s been holding that pose since the sixteenth century, which is frankly exhausting. Bring your nan, she'll know more than me.

Explorer Tom Foulkscourt Castle is hiding a massive scandal from centuries ago where someone accidentally married their own cousin and everyone pretended not to notice. The tower house looks all innocent now, sitting by the river Goul, but you can feel the gossip seeping out of the stones. Perfect spot to practise your best tour-guide voice.

Explorer Tom Bawn in Foulkscourt has a family tree mostly made of lies and butterscotch. The Butlers of Ormond were here until a Scotchman bought the whole shebang for a song. Wave at the cows, they're the real locals.

Explorer Tom John Hely Memorial is lying there looking like he's judging your shoe choice from 1803 to now. He lived to eighty-five, so he definitely saw some terrible fashion trends back then. Bring a coin for luck and keep it in your pocket.

Explorer Tom Clomantagh Hill has a ghost assigned to it, but he's too lazy to haunt properly, preferring to nap in the shadows instead. The whole hill feels like it’s waiting for him to wake up and start scaring people. Ten minutes here gives you plenty of material for your next pub yarn.

Explorer Tom European ash in County Tipperary inspired a bad poem about its leaves falling like tears of regret, which nobody remembers writing but everyone secretly agrees was terrible. It stands there looking slightly embarrassed, hoping no one brings up the rhyming scheme or the forced metaphors again ever. Ten minutes here and you'll have a yarn for the pub.

Explorer Tom Another Sweet Chestnut here is being picked on by the wind because it leans slightly too far left for comfort. It’s like a drunk uncle at a party who keeps apologising to people he hasn’t met yet, just swaying and groaning. Look for the ghost, then pretend you didn't.