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from Gujarat. For me, the UK meant London or Manchester or Birmingham.
That is all I knew about Britain. I didn't know that something like
Pontypool existed. On arrival they often found it was very difficult
and pretty impossible to get posts in prestigious areas, and so would
end up where the job vacancies were, which were often in general
practice in deprived rural areas. It is a culture shock because
things were totally different. People lived differently and talked
differently. Were there any words that you particularly struggled
with? There is a place near here that was very difficult for me to
pronounce and even spell - Pontnewynydd. It was not unbearably
cold, but what struck me first was how grey it was. There was no
sunshine, as back in India everything has plenty of light and
houses of all colours. I grew up as a vegetarian and the only
vegetarian food I got in hospital was a couple of lettuce leaves,
couple of tomatoes, and a little bit of cheese. But the differences
went much deeper than the food and the weather. This heavily
industrialised region had some of the poorest health in the country
and the doctors were faced with a range of diseases they had rarely
encountered before. When I worked in India, in those days it was
mostly infectious diseases. Diseases from malnutrition. We came
across smallpox, TB, typhoid, malaria. Here it was all chest
diseases, heart disease and high blood pressure and even some
cancers which were very rare back in India. I had to learn all those
things all over again, and then start treating them as I went along.
And some of the local people still remember their first encounter with
an Indian doctor. Well, I suppose it was exciting in one way because
it was somebody different. Everybody was a bit nosy and wanted
to meet him. People started coming to see you, telling you of their
dark secrets. Then you knew that they were treating you as someone
whom they trusted. And who they felt would give them the right
advice. That is when I felt that I had arrived. These doctors from
India really contributed in a very significant way to the development
of the NHS. I think it is quite fair to say that the NHS would not
be what it is today without the contribution. Do you consider
yourself to be Indian or Welsh? associate with my friends here, I
am completely Welsh. I certainly don't consider myself Indian as
such, though of course you never lose the feeling. When I am in
India I am an Indian but when I am Surely this is the best way to
travel? It is absolutely beautiful out here. I love it. 40 minutes
west of Barry, and you know what? There is nobody else around. This
must be one of Britain's best kept secrets. Not for long. We have
blown it now. Yes, we have let the cat out of the bag. Very much so.
Time to head north to a more crowded beach, Blackpool in fact,
with the story of how thousands of airmen ended up there. Here is Dan
This is Blackpool international airport. Our launching pad for
holidaymakers but in the past a vital part of the nation's defences.
70 years ago this would have been a very different scene. Runways and
hangers would have been teeming with military aircraft because this
was an RAF base, and one that played a crucial role in World War
II. In fact, the whole town was transformed by war. Holidaymakers
still came, but shared the beach with thousands of trainee aircrew.
This famous resort was turned into RAF Blackpool, a vital centre for
training the airmen that were taking the war to Hitler. Russell
Brown is an aircraft archaeologist with a particular fascination for
Blackpool's largely forgotten role in the war. Blackpool turned out to
be the biggest RAF train station throughout the Second World War.
Three quarters of a million blokes do their basic training in
Blackpool. What would Blackpool have looked and sounded like in
those years? It would have been absolutely heaving with airmen.
Where would they have stayed during their training? Boarding houses,
guest houses, hotels all over Blackpool. Wartime planners chose
Blackpool to be the biggest RAF training centre because there was
plenty of comfortable accommodation. But there were still dangers. These
archives contain the story of a terrible accident when two RAF
aeroplanes collided directly over the heads of thousands of
holidaymakers, on one of the busiest days of the year. The best
way to get a clear picture of what actually happened is from the air.
We need to head straight to Blackpool's busiest area. The
aeroplanes collided close to the seafront and some of its main
attractions, then as now, the central pier and the tower. What
happened in August 1941, three fighter trainers flying in close
formation and at the end of the exercise they broke up to head back
to base. Unfortunately, a reconnaissance aeroplane was flying
underneath them. What happened next was captured by a seafront
photographer. As one of the fighters went into a dive, it hit
the reconnaissance plane and both aircraft crashed to the ground. The
fighter demolished a house in the centre of Blackpool. The crew were
killed, but the occupants were lucky and survived. One of the
training aircraft smashed the tail off the buffer, and the tail
crashed into the sea here. The main part of the aircraft hurtled to
earth and plunged into the ground right there, where that car park is,
next to the tower. The problem is that back then it was not a car
park, it was Blackpool station and it was crowded with thousands of
people, many of them holidaymakers coming to escape the horrors of war
in the rest of the UK. Eight-year- old Percy Featherstone was one of
those holidaymakers. He was in the station ticket hall with his mother
when the aeroplane crashed into it. The sound was horrendous. As it
ripped through the roof, the metal tearing, it hits the ground,
exploded, and blasted aviation fuel all over the place. That ignited
and there was a sheet of flame all round us. I couldn't feel the blast.
It is amazing how vividly you seem to remember it. It is something I
could never forget. I can bring back the feelings, the smells, in
my own mind, any time at all. Some things fade away, but things like
that, they just stay with you for ever. Altogether, 18 people were
killed including the aircrew and 39 were injured. There is very little
left to reveal that this accident ever happened, and where once there
were platforms is now car park. Where the ticket office once stood,
is an amusement arcade. Blackpool's vital role in the war, and the toll
it took, are now largely forgotten. Thank you, Dan. If you are thinking
to yourself, I am having a terrible sense of deja vu, that is because
this is Marco's cafe. Yes, Marco's cafe where Stacey Shipman worked in
Gavin And Stacey. Have I mentioned Yes, sir, can I help you? I'd like
some drinks, please. Lots of cans, and a smooch, full smooch and a
cuddle. She doesn't work here any more, but Marco from Marco's cafe
does. And he is here. This is the actual market. What was it like
when the spaceship that is Gavin And Stacey descended on you here in
Barry Island? It was bizarre. It was absolutely bizarre. When they
arrived on Barry Island, I knew this would be big. I knew it would
be big for Barry Island, and Barry, and put Barry Island on the global
map. Everybody knows where Barry Island is now. Were you prepared to
become known as Marco all over the world? No. I wasn't. You quite like
it? I love it, actually! Being modest! Where do you come from?
Where is your family from? Marco was not a typically Welsh name.
family originate in a little market town in Italy in the province of
Parma, famous for Parmesan cheese and prosciutto. There is a massive,
massive Italian Welsh community from that area of Italy. Yes, there
is. Could you imagine, God forbid, if the Italians had never come to
Wales? What would it be like? would be an ice cream desert here.
You have to have an talian involved in manufacturing ice cream in my
opinion. You do. We have some of your cakes here. Only one set of
cakes is a Welsh cake. I would like you to work out which one it is.
it the one with the strawberry on it? I am afraid you have got it
wrong. If I am not mistaken, this is a Welsh cake. That is. While we
enjoy these, please enjoy the film I made about a secret cake club,
which starts now. Somewhere near Leeds, Mike Wallace is not just
baking a cake. He is getting ready for the latest meeting of the
secret society. We'll make cakes and we try not to make the same one
as other people. But to find out where the event is being held is
quite cool. It is that secretive, planned as an aspect of it. -- clan
this time. This mild-mannered systems administrator is an
unlikely candidate for a double life. But I have followed in to the
latest secret cake Club gathering. Location? Upstairs, art gallery,
restaurant area. And there they are. It is a simple idea. You bake a
cake, you bring it along, you eat other people's cakes, and then you
take some home. It is spreading like butter cream on a warm night.
There is even a branch in Barcelona. And as if cake is not exciting
enough, there is the added attraction of secret locations.
This has got an element of hidden secret things. It makes it just
that little bit more edgy. Lynn Hill founded the first cake club a
year ago and has changed is the venue each time to keep the club
from going stale. I like to have the mystique from hidden places,
and I usually tell the guests and bakers read the event is just a few
hours beforehand. It could be a few days beforehand. It are about fun.
It is all about meeting people. Cake bakers across the UK soon
wanted a slice of the action and the advice on how to set up their
own clubs. There are now 30 clubs in the country and new members
simply register on their website to hot up with their local branch.
Cake people are friendly people. They go out of their way to spend
hours making something to share with other people. Like any good
spy ring, this cake rain has stricter rules. No tarts, Brownies,
cupcakes, pies or muffins. Just proper, big, cake. What would you
do if I walked in here with a tart? No. That is not allowed. It has to
be all about cake. What about a repeat offender who carried on
bringing in pies? If somebody did turn up with pies, because we are a
friendly community, I would welcome them with open arms. We would have
tasted, and we would convert them. Now, it's time for the slightly
subversive baking circle to pack up and blend back in with the rest of
the population. See, secret cake societies - if I hadn't brought
them to your attention you'd never know. Don't worry, I'm monitoring
the situation very closely. Great film. It had to happen sooner or
later. Time for some vital statistics about Barry. Such as,
did you know it has a tidal range of 15 metres, the second highest in
the world? Whitmore Bay here has almost exactly the same dimensions
as Bondi in Sydney Australia and the climate's virtually the same.
Enough. Our competitive bird man, Mike, is bursting to tell you all
about his bittern. It's the best of bittern. Spring - it's the time of
year when the birds are at their noisiest. Which is the loudest bird
of all? The reed beds here in Suffolk hold the answer. Just
before dawn, the males begin their mating call, which sounds something
like this. It's the bittern. Once you've heard one booming you'll
never forget it. It's a bird so rare and secretive that people
agonise to see it. That's why these shots are just so special. In a TV
first we've caught something unique, something not even David
Attenborough has seen. For that, you'll have to wait. The bittern
became very close to being extinct in Britain recently? That's right.
In the early 1990s only eleven here. What did you do to turn it around?
There was a recognition that the reed beds were drying out and they
were becoming less favourable, so there's been a lot of work to make
reed beds wetter and the population's turned around as a
consequence. There are now known to be 82 booming males nationally. Ten
here at Minsmere. It's an elusive one? It is. It tends to skulk away
and very hard to see. Basically, that plumage is designed to help
camouflage them in the reed bed. it's difficult for us to see one,
then it's likely other bitterns can't see it either and that's the
reason for the boom. That's to let females far and wide know where it
is. We had one deep, booming bird that was here for many years that
got the nickname Barry White. He was king. Reed bed basically.
are more Barry White than Bee Gee. Absolutely. There is the low
frequency that helps the sound to cary through the beds, so you can
hear it up to three miles away. You've been here for how long?
Five-and-a-half years and I've not been unfortunate enough to witness
one booming. All this talk of booming bitterns is making me
hungry to hear one. The best time for that is at dawn. It's just one
of the most amazing noises in the natural world. That's not hyperbole,
is it? There's nothing quite like it. You won't hear a sound like
that from another bird in Britain. We are so close, maybe 50 metres,
you can hear it starting off. What is going on? We are not entirely
sure in terms of how they boom, but it's always referred to as gulping
to give out the deep sound. It's called infrasound and it's also
used by lions and elephants to communicate across the African
plains. Now, for our TV first. These are our cameraman's
extraordinary images of how the bittern booms. Booming marvellous!
That's worse than best of bittern. I think it's better. Watch your
step. I am. The stones were supposedly laid because a love-
stricken girl couldn't reach her paramour on this side. Lovely and
Roman take, but if they were that keen on each other it's quite
shallow. She could have waded across and got her feet wet.
However, Gavin, now he lived in Essex and he had to get all the way
around the M25, South Mimms can be murder. That is love. Yes. But that
wasn't the 13th century, pre M4 corridor. Here's some more amazing
sounds from the One Show Box. Wildlife sound recordist, Chris
Watson, is a world leader in his field, providing extraordinary
sounds for some of the best-loved nature programmes. It's tricky
stuff and one of his more challenging tasks has been to find
sounds to match the increasingly close shots captured by today's
cameras. Just listen to Chris's recordings of these vul tours in
Africa. -- vul tours in Africa. The way he works was pioneered in his
garden here. What are you up to here? I have the carcass of a
chicken. I am fixing two microphones in the hope it will
attract down the birds. Our first customer to the carcass is a black
bird. Blackbird. The sound as he's peeking at the carcass. Duff, Duff,
that's on the bone. We all love the sound of the seaside crashing waves,
boat horns and children playing with buckets and spades, but what
does it sound like inside a rock pool? How will reregard the sounds?
-- record the sounds? I have some special underwater microphones
which can explore all the nooks and crannies and maybe follow something.
There's so much there. Incredible. This is constant chattering and
chirping and scraping. It's almost like it's a little coffee morning
going on. There is a sort of a raspy sound. Limpets snoring, I've
never recorded that. Oh, wow! was that? I think that's a shrimp.
There is one very close by. It's got a birdsong call to it.
Fascinated by that. It's a fantastic tree. It's like something
out of Lord of the Rings. What are you hoping to get from this? It's
an old oak and we can hear the birdsong in and around, but I'm
interested in getting inside the tree and hear the secret sounds
from within. How will we hear the insects? I can't hear anything.
It's full of activity and life and I've got the special contact
microphones, which pick up sound in a different way by picking up the
vibrations. That makes my skin crawl. It's like lots of insects
walking all over you. You have some on the outside too? Yeah. From what
we are hearing from within the dead wood, it would be interesting to
put some on the bark of the tree, on the outside, just to see what's
happening there. It sounds just like a raging torrent. If you
listen very carefully through the am beeient noise of the tree,
you'll here -- ambient noise of the tree, you'll here a popping sound.
That is the sound of the sap It's been drawn out of the ground. It's
the sound of the life of the tree. It's you, in here. Yes. You know
what it is? It's Stacey's mate Nessa's change booth. What do you
want? �5 worth of pennies Yes. -- pennies? Yes. What do you want that
for? It's Giles, he's run out again. Oophs, you've caught me at it.
Naughty, but nice! Where did the What The Butler Saw machine come
from, and as if you didn't know, what was its appeal? This machine
is called a muet scope. The technique was invected over -- mute
scope. The technique was invented over 100 years ago. The business
was almost killed off by the dawn of early cinema. What saved it?
Sauce, of course. Some bright spark realised the public would go on
paying if they can see something in the machine they didn't dare show
in the cinema. The favourite was cheeky films of scantily dressed
women. This fuelled such a boom in peep shows in the 1920s they become
a regular end-of-the-pier attraction for the next 40 years.
They were based on the simple idea of a butler peeking through a
keyhole. If you want to see one today you'll have to come to a
penny arcade museum, like this one on Brighton's seafront. It's owned
by Gerry. He's a collector. This is a lovely looking machine. How old
is it? About 110 years old. It would have been made somewhere
between 1898 and 1901. How exactly does it work? It works on the flick
book principle, where the pictures were arranged around a reel like
this. When the reel is inside the machine, the player turns the
handle and it will revolve like that. Wonderful. There are how many
of these pictures here? About 850. Individual shots. Rather like the
stills from a film. The early films are innocent. You have to remember,
this was late Victorian era, so even the sight of an ankle would
have been risque. Turn crank to the right. OK. Oh, this is quite
exciting. Oh, oh,. This is a him and her one. Oh, oh, oh. The Dance
of the Seven Veils. This is it. Well, actually it's about nine at
the moment. And that's it? That's all you get? You only paid a penny!
Maybe there's something better on the other side! In the 1960s
newfangled fruit machines finally elbowed What The Butler Saw off the
pier, but still they hold their fascination. Gentlemen, I have
entertainment to offer you. Are you intrigued? This will make your hat
lift off. Will it get any ruder? Interesting thing is, this lady is
actually your great grandmother! Grandma! Now I know how it works
and what the audience is after, I'm going to make a What The Butler Saw
film of my own. All I need is a video camera and roladex and an
And that's entertainment! Thank you Giles. That's it. That's what's