Concrete is Fun and Interesting... Honest!

Still keen to bag Little Ouse, I plotted a return to Cambridgeshire for early May.  However, when I reviewed my longlist of baggable pillars, I struggled to find an efficient route which would take me near England’s lowest again.  Instead, a pleasant drive round the south of Cambridge appeared to be taking shape, with a couple of high-numbered pillars alongside farm driveways (10453 Monks Hall and 10671 Fowlmere) practically bookending a trip that promised an in-depth exploration of a wide variety of the county’s greenest hedges…. 11155 Littlebury Hedge is an easy roadsider, and its hedge has conveniently parted around it, seemingly to allow access to rockbothering lunatics.   On the other side of the road, a stretch of woodland offers a tempting ramble through a carpet of bluebells, so it’s a damn shame about all the Keep Out notices that encircle it.   I admired the flowers briefly from my car instead.   Sadly, S4368 Heydon demonstrates the necessity for suc...

Barbados doesn’t have any trigpoints, so our long-anticipated Christmas holiday passed without any trigpointing activity, much to my wife’s relief!  The sweltering thirty-one degrees heat had made for an unusual Christmas Day, and provided a dramatic contrast with my next trigspedition less than three weeks later, which managed to coincide with the coldest day of the chilliest January for several years.  At no point that day did the temperature gauge in my trusty little Ford Focus register a number above zero.  There are pros and cons to trigpointing in the cold.  The obvious drawback is the amount of ice which covered some of the roads, particularly the narrow twisty country lanes that featured very heavily in that afternoon’s itinerary.  The challenging driving conditions were then worsened by large patches of fog which varied in intensity from prettily hazy to dense and opaque.  On the plus side, though, slippery roads with impenetrable visibility meant ...

August 2024.  Whilst I was in Burton-on-Trent last year, a missing-presumed-destroyed pillar had been discovered by the edge of a field in Nuneaton, and looking at the area online, it appeared there were a couple of easy bags very close to it, so I made a mental note to put the area on my list for a potential trigspedition.  After a mostly concrete-free summer, I thought a wander round this region would ease me gently back into the rockbothering habit again, so I started compiling a set of directions.  I’m always keen to be away from Reading when the Festival is happening, so the Bank Holiday saw me set off on my first roadtrip in four months.    S4299 Nuneaton Fields was easily found by a kissing gate on a PROW that bisected a large cornfield.  It is without doubt the coolest looking pillar I’ve seen, for not only is it (literally) laid back, but at the time of my visit it was wearing a natty pair of sunglasses.  With its head resting on a pillow of w...

Lesson Twelve:   No matter how briefly you stop, Sod’s Law dictates that if you park in front of a gate, someone will want to go through it whilst you’re there. I had the bad luck to be stuck behind a tractor with a trailer full of livestock for the last couple of miles to the Brompton Ralph trig.  I didn’t especially want to overtake it (not that I could have, Somerset’s lanes being of barely sufficient width to accommodate a tractor in the first place), so I sat patiently behind it, cursing quietly every time it failed to turn off at a junction.  After a little while, quite a queue had built up behind me, and noticing this, the driver of the tractor kindly pulled in to let everyone pass.  Naturally, the place he chose to pull in was in front of the gate to the trig field – exactly the place I wanted to stop myself.  Hoping this wouldn’t set the tone for the day (and praying he wasn’t about to unload his four-legged cargo into that field), I overtook, turned of...