Chapter 15: Britain's Ferns
It wasn’t a particularly exciting trigpoint. I’d tried to work out a route that would put one of the more spectacular pillars on my shortlist in third place, but ultimately the distinction of being my 600th trig fell to S6075 Wool Camp – an unassuming little roadsider perched atop a small thistly mound. It wasn’t a particularly pleasant pillar to bag, either, with my ankles being scratched by the spiky greenery underfoot, and the constant noise of the cars tearing past made it difficult to record my now-traditional commemorative video. Nor was it an easy trig to park near, with No Parking signs adorning the convenient wide road entrance a few metres down; and it didn’t even offer a view of any description. But then, my 500th pillar wasn’t especially pleasant or notable either, and it’s not as if my return to beautiful Dorset, in the middle of the July 2025 heatwave, was entirely devoid of highlights… …like that pillar’s similarly-named numerical neighbour, S...