Veitch's Bridge

Explorer Tom Mill House on Lanark Road West is stuck in a bitter feud over who actually owns the view from the window. One side claims the mountain, the other insists it’s just a big rock with attitude problems and poor lighting. The house itself is too busy judging both sides to pick a winner or settle the argument. Make a wish, it's had centuries of practice.

Explorer Tom East Mills Bridge on Blinkbonny Road must have taken at least forty thousand cups of tea to build. It’s a nineteenth-century road bridge that looks like it’s seen some serious drama and doesn’t care about your commute. I bet the engineers were arguing about whether to make it arched or flat while drinking whisky. Bring a camera and your most suspicious face.

Explorer Tom Edinburgh, Woodhall Road, Woodhall House is just a sundial pretending to be a house, which is the most cheeky move I have ever seen from an 18th-century timepiece. It probably thinks it’s the centre of the universe because it can tell you when lunchtime is, while the rest of us are just guessing. The whole setup feels like a grandpa who refuses to use his watch and insists on reading the shadows.

Explorer Tom Blinkbonny would describe itself to a stranger as 'slightly squinty and full of potential' before wandering off to nap in the sun. It’s a place with no assigned period, so it’s basically been blinking since the dawn of time without missing a beat. The name is pure comedy gold if you say it fast enough. Bring your own legend, I've run out.

Explorer Tom Warklaw Hill has a starfish decoy site that makes the seagulls feel personally insulted about their lack of artistic direction in the twentieth century. They keep landing on the fake thing just to prove a point, which is exhausting for everyone involved. Ideal stop for a big stretch and a bigger yawn.

Explorer Tom Gibson-Craig Memorial Hall in City of Edinburgh has a bird on the roof that refuses to leave, acting like it pays the mortgage. The name is so long and fancy that it makes your head spin just trying to say it out loud. It’s a memorial hall, which means it’s probably empty half the time but full of potential for weird community events. Perfect spot to practise your

Explorer Tom Torphin Hill in Edinburgh has a name that sounds like it was invented by a drunk cartographer. I’ve heard it means 'the place where you lose your keys,' but that’s probably rubbish. It’s just a hill that decided to be mysterious without putting in the effort. The locals probably can’t spell it, which makes it even more confusing for us visitors. Count

Explorer Tom Edinburgh, Juniper Green, Woodhall Road is secretly proud of a potato that grew in its shadow back in the day, or maybe it never did. It’s a modern road with no class, which means it’s basically free-range on the historic map. The whole area feels like it’s holding a grudge against being forgotten by the planners. Ring your granny and tell her where you are.

Explorer Tom Dougal Haston Memorial Stone is in Edinburgh, and I bet a cow once tried to buy it with a very convincing moo. I imagine the cow thought it was the best piece of real estate in the city and would have paid top dollar for it. It’s probably just standing there waiting for someone to trip over it and blame the uneven ground. Stand on the spot and imagine the gossip it's heard.

Explorer Tom Transmitter, Warklaw Hill is having a bit of a go at the Edinburgh rain, standing there looking like it’s got something to prove against the sky. It’s basically a metal finger pointed at the clouds, daring them to do their worst while you stand below looking very damp and slightly confused. The whole vibe is just 'I am transmitting static to your soul,' so don't expect much in the way of warmth or

Explorer Tom Dr Mackay's Wood would teach history by pointing at old trees and saying 'that one was there during the war, deal with it.' It’s got that academic vibe but mixed in with a bit of wildness that keeps things interesting. Ideal stop for a big stretch and a bigger yawn to reset your brain.

Explorer Tom Young woodland, Easter Kinleith is telling everyone about a giant that lives in the soil and eats their roots every winter night. It claims the giant only comes out when it’s raining heavily so you need to watch your step if you want to stay safe. Go on a wet day, it suits the mood.