A handy hole in the hedge, and a step over a fence in disrepair, let me into the field and a minute later the trig was before me, requiring another step over a fence to get there. As the barbed wire and the top strand of the wire were no more, that was an easier barrier to negotiate.
My views in one direction were of the mast and the building in the compound. My view in the other direction was fog. I didn't tarry beyond the obligatory selfie:
The whole outing must have come in at around 300m, making me glad that we'd only made a 5-mile detour for this one.