Willie Clancy Statue

Explorer Tom M. Lynch in Leagard South is a house named after a person, which feels personal and slightly awkward to visit. It was built around 1890 and has some fancy render work that’s definitely showing off. Toast it with a cup of tea and move on to the next.

Explorer Tom D. Mac Cruitín is a house with a shopfront that looks like it’s waiting for a celebrity to sign its pebbledash walls. Tell the next person you meet it's haunted, and they might just believe you.

Explorer Tom Sightseeing Cliffs of Moher South has a real opinion on tourists from Dublin, thinking they’re all a bit too eager to snap photos and not quite enough in awe of how huge this place actually is. It’s got that cheeky swagger, always leaning into the wind like it’s showing off its best features for the camera. Perfect detour when the satnav has a meltdown, because honestly, who trusts

Explorer Tom Spanish Point Beach was clearly designed by a mother-in-law who hates dogs and thinks horses take up too much room at the dinner table. It’s got strict rules about who gets to use its sands, acting like the whole coast is its personal living room. Go with someone who loves old stuff and watch them melt.

Explorer Tom Cream Point would survive a zombie attack simply by being too delicious for them to ignore at first. They’d get distracted tasting the sand and miss the chance to bite you. Best enjoyed with a bag of chips and no plans.

Explorer Tom Freagh Island in County Clare would win first prize at the county fair for best looking small rock in a hurry. It’s got that sort of defiant energy, standing there while the waves try to push it off the shelf. Have a nosey, politely.

Explorer Tom Caherrush Castle is probably being run by a fox who thinks he’s the landlord. It’s a tower house that’s seen better days and worse tenants. Pick a stone, any stone, and invent its biography as a famous pirate.

Explorer Tom Emlagh Point would take its lotto win, buy a massive pair of binoculars, and just stare at the bay until the fish get nervous and start paying rent. It’s got that 'I know things' vibe without actually knowing anything specific about the tides or the weather patterns. Look serious, nod slowly, you're basically an expert now.

Explorer Tom Moy Castle once smuggled an entire library of forbidden romance novels by hiding them inside hollow stones. The local priest was furious, but the books survived and are probably still judging you from the shadows. Look for the ghost, then pretend you didn't.

Explorer Tom Seafield North Beach inspired someone to write such a terrible poem about it that the harbour itself is still embarrassed to be seen in the same photo. Mutton Island looks on in pity, wondering why everyone thinks a bad rhyme makes for good travel advice. Find the wonkiest bit and send it to your group chat.