#000|Leprechauns live here, noted|for their capricious ways &|cruel humour.|
#001|St Patrick once sheltered|here from the lash of wind|and storm. Beware snakes!|
#002|Tempests guard Finnigan's|sleep.  Step lightly lest you|wake the sleeping giant.|
#003|Death walks in black robes |by moonlight crying venge-|ance gainst the Viking horde!|
#004|Tumbled walls & crumbling|hearth echo the crofter's|lament - "gone, & for ever!"|
#005|Home to a one-eyed giant|hewn from the Highland|rock.  No quarter from him!|
#006|The bones of a traitor have|soiled this Irish earth.|Beware its contamination!|
#007|The ruin of a gigantic|warrior, an Orkney Amazon|whose golden eyes spit fire!|
#008|St Margaret of the Isles|passed her solitary days in|this holy ruin. Blest are ye!|
#009|A piece of the sacred Robe|is buried here.  Providence|awaits thee!|
#010|From here the siren sings|the unsuspecting sailor to his|bed upon the ocean floor!|
#011|A dwarf lives here. He|has the strength of ten men|and a will of iron!|
#012|Does this conceal the Holy|Grail?||
#013|By Bothwell Brig where|the Covenanter's rose and|fell to Royal Monmouth.|
#014|He who was tossed to the|ocean floor below still walks|when the tempests blow.|
#015|Poverty lies here where salt|spray killed the soil & sea-|weed profited the rich!|
#016|On Galloway's shores|the sands fall quick and |deep!|
#017|By Flodden Field where|the flower of Scots chivalry|bled with their King in 1513.|
#018|Here a thief was hanged.|His bones rust in irons and|swing with the wind!|
#019|A spectral guard keeps the|treasure safe!||
#020|The spectre of a |centurian walks with |drawn sword!|
#021|Fi Fi Fo Fum! I smell|the blood of an Englishman!||
#022|The bonny prince who slept|in this cave came of an ill-|fated line. Enter if ye dare!|
#023|A place of human |sacrifice to the Gods of|stone and storm. Beware!|
#024|Here Henry Percy keeps a|sleepless vigil 'gainst the|reiver's lance. Scots beware!|
#025|Near Falkirk's towers|where Wallace bled.  |Scotland forever!|
#026|Vengeance stalks round the|gallows foot singing its song|wi' the winds!|
#027|As the Bard fell towards|earth a raven appeared in|his image. His eyes burned!|
#028|A nun was entombed here|who broke her sacred vows.|The mists are made of tears|
#029|Burnt by the Dragon's |breath, this tower holds dark|secrets in its keep!|
#030|The Venerable Bede |found solitude on this|pastoral verge.|
#031|Witches were sacrificed|here on the altar of Christ-|ianity. Cruel Mercy walks!|
#032|A great treasure lies buried|here, guarded by a ghostly|buccaneer!|
#033|The capital of the land of|the Fairies. Beware lest|they take you down!|
#034|Suicides lie here & witches,|too.  Take care not to linger|by night or when mists fall!|
#035|Made of fire and brimstone,|Nick lived here.  Dare you|enter!|
#036|An ancient earthworks, a|fortress on a hill.  Peopled|by ghosts and fairies.|
#037|Beware a wizened hag and|her magical cat.  See the|rusting helms midst the ash!|
#038|A wicked priest entombed|alive.  Beware lest ye wake|the dead!|
#039|Read the Runes and meet|your destiny!||
