The Secrets of Scott's Hut, BBC Two

Captain Scott's doomed 1910-1913 expedition to the South Pole has become one of the enduring myths of the later British Empire, a paradigm of pluck, grit and a refusal to surrender in the teeth of hideous odds. Subsequently, some historical revisionists have reached a different conclusion, that Scott was in fact an ill-prepared amateur who committed a string of fatal errors.

A new generation of splendid chaps has been revisiting the bitter, haunted wastes once trudged over and sometimes died in by our great explorers. Jasper Rees wrote majestically about James Cracknell's programme The Great White Silence, which was built around the films and photographs shot by Scott's embedded lensman, Herbert Ponting. Now here's Ben Fogle, top chum of Harry and Wills, getting terribly excited about being granted special visitation rights to Scott's hut at Cape Evans in Antarctica, which formed the base camp for the effort to reach the South Pole in 1911.

We might call Fogle a re-revisionist. He admits to having idolised Scott since his childhood, and came not to bury the ill-fated explorer but to thaw him out and present him in fresh, rose-tinted, 360-degree light. To give him his due, Fogle has earned respect in matters of endurance against hostile elements, having rowed across the Atlantic and crossed Antarctica on foot. His cheerful, enthusiastic demeanour suggests that he would find it difficult to think badly of anybody.

Even just watching it on TV, it was obvious that the Cape Evans hut is an extraordinarily complete time capsule, preserving all kinds of data and artefacts about the expedition and the kind of society it came from. Walking through the front door for the first time, Fogle was struck with almost physical force by the layers of compressed history still locked within its wooden walls. He was virtually speechless for the first few moments (Captain Scott in his hut, pictured above).

But he quickly recovered, and was soon babbling eagerly about the 10,000 original items which have survived remarkably intact thanks to the freezing temperatures and lack of light inside the building. These range from clothing, reindeer sleeping bags and harnesses for ponies and dogs to foul-smelling cheeses, Heinz baked beans, tinned veal, and copious quantities of biscuits specially made for Scott's trip by Huntley & Palmers. The explorers' clothing was supplied by the likes of Burberry and Jaeger, and was made from natural fibres which were apparently remarkably effective at keeping out the cold (the team had devised what Fogle termed a "willy-hole", a trouserial protuberance through which the wearer could urinate without having his member ravaged by frostbite).

This plethora of famous brand names was all part of Scott's pioneering plan to exploit the then largely untapped goldmine of commercial sponsorship. One of photographer Ponting's major tasks was to make sure Scott's men were pictured in close proximity to well-known commercial products - a large portion of the hut was walled off to serve as Ponting's darkroom - and Scott was well aware of the publicity he could leverage from the burgeoning newspaper industry back home.

If Scott was forward-thinking or even mercenary in some respects, he was reactionary in others. The rigidly hierarchical structure of the expedition was revealed in the way Scott built walls in the hut to separate the officers and scientists from the "unranked" men, who also had to use their own toilets. Captain Oates was of the opinion that if a fellow "broke down", he shouldn't hesitate to avail himself of a revolver and avoid becoming a burden to his comrades. It still beggars belief that so many sons of the Edwardian era were prepared to submit to months of pitch blackness and temperatures of minus-40 degrees, and would stoically march themselves to death across glaciers through howling blizzards. These were attitudes about to be tested to destruction by the First World War (Scott's team promote Fry's chocolate, pictured below).

Fogle's trip unearthed plenty of fascinating fragments of information, though the programme struggled to fill its 90-minute slot convincingly. As for his efforts to put Scott back on his pedestal, they emitted a whiff of special pleading. We saw Fogle telling a Royal Geographical Society audience that it was time to allow Scott to "be a man... a man with faults, but also with qualities that made other men want to follow him to the end of the earth". But perhaps a better leader could have brought them all back again (Scott's men reach the South Pole, pictured below).

Particularly unconvincing was his attempt to argue that Scott wasn't merely trying to be the first to reach the South Pole, but was engaged in serious scientific endeavour, as betokened by equipment left in the hut. This conspicuously failed to square with what he'd already told us about Scott's eye for commercial exploitation and his rivalries with both Ernest Shackleton and Roald Amundsen. The latter beat him to the Pole by being better organised and unswervingly focused on that single task.

"This is where the science of climate study began, in Antarctica," Fogle ventured hopefully. Captain Scott as the original crusader against global warming? Under the circumstances, he'd probably have welcomed it.