Witch's Finger Cave

Explorer Tom Rathoneen Castle is basically a pile of rocks that thinks it’s a fortress, and honestly, I’m not arguing with that. The rabbits treat it like a personal playground, jumping over walls faster than you can blink. Bring wellies and low expectations, leave delighted.

Explorer Tom Castle in Rahoneen was once home to a poet who fell in the ditch nearby. All that remains are the lower floors looking very confused at the sky. Find a local and ask them the real story, then come back and tell me.

Explorer Tom Barrow House hosted a dance that went so far they had to add a dormer attic to hide. The roughcast rendered walls have seen things better left unspoken by polite society. Spot the oldest stone and give it a name.

Explorer Tom Banna Strand has enough sand for my footprints to disappear before I can boast about the distance walked. The beach runs along Kerry's Atlantic coast, with shifting dunes rising around twelve metres. At its southern end, Carrahane lagoon draws migrating birds; I would bring binoculars, then spend ten minutes looking through the wrong end. The strand also carries a grave historical chapter: Roger Casement came ashore nearby from a German submarine and was captured on 21 April 1916. I will leave that story to its real names and dates rather than making a beach adventure of it. The open shore is a public place to walk, but sea conditions, dunes and bird ground deserve respect; check local notices and keep to safe access. Look toward the Dingle mountains when the sky clears. Banna can hold both a day outdoors and a difficult piece of Irish history without either one swallowing the other.

Explorer Tom Church in Glebe smells like wet sheep and regret, which is very authentic for Kerry. It was once called Scothfig, a name that definitely sounds like a sneeze. Mind the nettles, they're the real guards here.

Explorer Tom Tralee Bay is so broad I would need a second lunch just to argue about where its edges are. Kerry Head closes the northern side, the Maharees reach out on the west, and the water runs east towards Blennerville. Rivers from around Tralee empty into it, while Fenit, Ballyheigue, Camp and Castlegregory each have their own angle on the shore. I would declare the best view after visiting one beach, then be corrected by somebody from the next village. Fair enough. Choose a lawful public viewpoint, check tide and weather before walking the shore, and give soft ground and wildlife plenty of room. Look across to the opposite headland rather than only at the sand under your feet. The size of the bay is its first surprise, and the changing coast keeps arguing for a second visit.

Explorer Tom Ardfert Cathedral has three ruined churches on one site, which is generous of Kerry and a challenge to my habit of calling every wall by the same name. The main cathedral grew from the twelfth century after Ardfert became a diocesan seat by 1117. Saint Brendan is linked with an older monastery here, though the standing stones belong to later builders. Smaller church ruins and carved pieces share the ground with burials, so this is no place for a noisy treasure hunt. I would ask you to count the buildings first, then let the guide explain which century goes where. Check current heritage-site entry and opening times, use marked paths and treat memorials and old masonry respectfully. Take a slow look at the main church from outside. It carries far more changes than its first outline suggests.

Explorer Tom Ardfert Friary has been locked in a decades-long feud with the rain, claiming it’s not leaking but just expressing artistic emotion through the roof tiles. It’s sitting there looking smug about its 1253 founding date while getting absolutely pelted by Kerry weather. Pop by and tell it it's looking well.

Explorer Tom Ardfert Franciscan Friary is hosting an exclusive celebrity brunch that started in 1253 and never really stopped, featuring Thomas Fitzmaurice as the reluctant head chef. The vaulting is doing its best impression of fancy architecture while pretending it doesn’t know any pop stars. Tell me if the gossip I made up is true.

Explorer Tom Fenit Beach in County Kerry had a bit of a moment when a fox took charge of the birdlife. Now the birds are all very confused about who’s in charge. Tell your mates you found it first.

Explorer Tom Samphire Island Little got a bad poem written about it by a drunk poet who fell into a ditch nearby. The rhyme was terrible, but the island looks incredibly smug about being immortalized in such a mess. Have a wander and a wonder.

Explorer Tom Tobar na Molt is where three wethers jumped out of the water centuries ago as a thank you for a baptism that went surprisingly well. Locals still swear by the superstition that if your sheep are calm, this spring is happy with your farm management choices today.