Episode 3 A1: Britain's Longest Road

The A1, Britain's longest road.

Stretching almost 400 miles, from the City of London

to the heart of the Scottish capital.

Connecting two nations and passing through 18 counties.

It's an unrivalled highway,

used by hundreds of thousands of vehicles every day.

We're going southbound, down the A1,

on the northbound carriageway.

But not all journeys go to plan.

I thought, am I going to lose my life?

Cars are coming close. It is the dangerous place to be.

Lives can hang in the balance.

The rear end of that vehicle, it's unrecognisable.

This is actually the bodywork of the car.

24 hours a day...

It's not a safe place here.

..there's a team of people who keep us safe from harm.

POLICE SIREN

The police...

..response teams...

We don't know whether they've got the road closed... We don't know what's happened.

..and traffic officers...

Keep going.

..keeping Britain's most iconic road...

-Get out.

-..on the move.

Substantially damaged flatbed truck in lane two.

The A1, the monster that it is, will start to return to normal.

Coming up...

..traffic police in Scotland...

-Goodness.

-..deal with a shocking incident.

This is actually the bodywork of the car that's skidded along the road.

A battle to get a mammoth machine to the end of the road in London.

We're going southbound, down the A1,

on the northbound carriageway.

And a rear-end collision puts traffic officers at risk

on the A1 front line.

Cars are coming close, so it is the dangerous place to be.

Spanning nearly 400 miles,

the A1 passes by some of Britain's most recognisable landmarks.

From Ferrybridge Power Station in West Yorkshire,

to the bustling metropolis of Newcastle.

But as the road enters Scotland,

it cuts through much more barren landscapes,

where the hills of the Borders meet the wild North Sea.

Patrolling this isolated section of the road

near the border with England are PCs Stuart Logan and Davey Johnson.

This area's rugged beauty is certainly captivating,

even for those who spend countless hours driving through it.

Very picturesque down here, too.

-It is.

-The sea would be a touch chilly, though.

But it's very nice to look at.

As night falls, Stuart and Davey's first emergency call comes in.

POLICE SIREN

When vehicles career off the road, there's a real threat to life.

People can be trapped inside with serious injuries.

And Stuart and Davey fear the car could cause more havoc.

Our concern will be that a secondary collision could occur.

People are not anticipating

a stricken car lying in the middle of a road.

So it's really imperative that you get there quickly

in order to make the scene as safe as we can.

The accident is just off the A1, along a winding,

unlit section of a rural B-road.

As they head round the bend, they're greeted by a shocking sight.

Oh, goodness.

Somehow, the car has ended up on its side,

right in the middle of the road.

Miraculously, the driver has walked away with minor injuries

and is being treated by paramedics.

Are you OK? Are you sore?

-No, I'm not sore, just shaken.

-OK, no problem.

To prevent another accident,

Stuart and Davey now need to stop all traffic at the scene.

There's a car in the middle of the road, so you can't get past.

-Where are you heading to?

-Hello, yes,

there's a car in the middle of the road, sir.

-I'd better go back, then.

-Yes, unfortunately. All right.

-I'll go and turn round...

-OK, sir. No problem.

Stuart's pretty sure he knows

how the car's ended up in such a bizarre position.

Looking at the scene here, it's clear what's happened -

that the driver's come round this bend

that we've just come round here,

and then obviously then subsequently made contact with the shrubbery

and the wire fencing.

And it's obviously just hit the vehicle at an absolute sweet spot,

which has caused it to overturn.

I mean, air bags won't deploy unnecessarily.

But, I mean, obviously, it's had a...quite a heck of a dunt there.

The car's a total write-off,

but Stuart's convinced that it saved the driver's life.

Many years ago, if this had been an old vehicle,

or something from the '80s,

the damage would've been inflicted on the actual person's body,

as opposed to the car absorbing it.

While the driver's taken away for treatment,

Stuart must now figure out how to move the rolled-over car

and get the road reopened.

Every year, there are over 2,000 separate accidents

along the A1 between London and Edinburgh.

One in every seven takes place along a short stretch near Newcastle.

Today, traffic officers Peter Senior and Scott Wilson...

-OK, mate?

-Yeah.

-..will patrol a part of this corridor of collisions.

Charlie, Lima 41, go ahead, over.

Ironically, an area

that's watched over by the A1's very own guardian angel.

There's Rusty Rita, Peter.

Aye, Rusty Rita, Angel of the North.

Our role is basically keeping the traffic moving, erm,

and dealing with absolutely anything that can happen out on the road.

People keep asking, "What's a typical day?"

It's a difficult question to answer, because you just never know

what you're going to be dealing with.

We've got something in the opposite carriageway.

The pair quickly head towards the scene.

It appears this troublesome section of the A1

has claimed its latest victim.

Hello. Are you all right?

-Have you had a little bump, have you?

-Yeah.

-Have you exchanged your details with the other driver?

-Yeah, these are his details here.

-Right.

-It's just... You know when you just don't know what to do?

-Yeah.

Nicole Wall's been left badly shaken

after a near miss caused her to hit the kerb.

-You're not injured at all?

-No, no.

-Is the car badly damaged?

Um, I can't drive, because both those wheels are knackered.

We'll just hang on, while you make sure you get something sorted, OK?

With her boyfriend on the way,

Peter knows there's a limit to what he can do.

Well, we're not mechanics.

I mean, as drivers, yes, we do know how to change a wheel,

but, you know, it's out of our role to do that.

For Nicole, today's routine journey along the A1 has ended

with a seriously scary experience.

It's just upsetting, isn't it?

So Pete's role is to offer a comforting shoulder to cry on.

What I'll do, I'll pass your details to our control room,

they might give you a ring in a while,

to make sure you're all right and you're getting sorted.

-Thank you.

-Is there any other concerns before we leave you?

-No...

-You're all right now, are you?

-Yeah, I'm better now, yeah.

-OK.

Take care, OK?

I think she was just pleased to see somebody

who could give her a bit of advice and reassurance.

You know, I think it helped put her at comfort a bit.

I've been on jobs before, and...

Big massive bloke is a quivering wreck

cos he's on the hard shoulder, trying to change a tyre.

The man could change his wheel, he did it fine,

but because he was there on his own, he was absolutely petrified.

For Peter and Scott,

it's just the start of what promises to be a long and busy shift on this

dangerous and anything-but-angelic stretch of road.

As well as commuters, the A1 sees thousands of truckers every day,

ferrying goods up and down the country.

Nearly 120 miles south,

a team is preparing to move a seriously large load

all the way to the end of the A1 in London.

In fertile farmland around Goole,

haulage contractors Ross Knowles and Alan Metheringham

have an early start.

Just tell us when the weight's off it, Ross.

They're preparing their 70-foot-long trailer

for what's set to be a monster mission.

This huge pea viner

is used to harvest more than 6,000 peas per second.

But today, it's heading to the capital to star

in the Lord Mayor's Show.

It's a 21st-century machine in an 800-year-old procession.

Russell will tell you which way to go,

but just keep it nice and steady.

But its sheer size

means getting it there isn't going to be easy-peasy

for Ross and Alan.

Well, it's four metres wide and the trailer will be about 60 feet long

when it's...extended.

And it, er...

weighs, I think, 27 tonne.

That's about it, like.

-Hopefully, it'll all go well.

-HE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY

This massive machine is actually so wide,

that the team need to extend the width of their trailer

just to fit it on.

CONTINUOUS BEEPING

INDISTINCT SPEECH

Straight back now.

Not too much.

Whoa, whoa. Whoa, go back.

Going OK, that was just a bit of a hiccup.

HE WHEEZES AND LAUGHS

-Hiccups over...

-Steady.

-Whoa.

-That's it, whoa.

-..it's finally on board.

The whole load is 12 metres long,

four wide, and weighs a tarmac-crushing 65 tonnes.

This isn't going to be a quick journey.

The biggest trouble with these is that trees and that on the side of the roads,

the pea viner costs about 300 grand,

so the farmers don't want 'em scratching,

which you can understand, can't you?

Alan eventually gets the massive pea viner to the A1.

But he's still got 260 miles

until he reaches his destination at the Great North Road starting point,

near St Paul's Cathedral in the heart of London.

Watching his back over this mission is Ross.

Transport anything like this,

you've just got to be aware of everything all the time.

Just keep your eyes open well in front

and in your mirrors all the time.

You've got to be constantly aware of the bridges.

On roads like this, where it's slightly narrower,

you straddle the two lanes, to make sure nothing tries to get past.

Cars try to squeeze past all the time, but they can't.

-There's just not enough room.

-HE WHEEZES AND LAUGHS

Ironically, it's not Alan who's slowing motorists down today.

30-minute delay.

Can do without that, can't we?

It's nice to know it's not us causing the traffic,

and that people behind will be looking and thinking,

"I can see a big load up there" -

and they'll be blaming us anyway!

Alan has nearly 40 years' experience of travelling up and down the A1,

so as a veteran of the odd traffic jam, he's come well-prepared.

That's the fridge,

with all my bits and pieces in.

The other cupboard over...

Like a stove,

and that in that one, and under the bed,

when you lift the bed up, I have tinned food and emergency supplies.

I'm self-sufficient for a week, if I want to be, with no problem, like.

I've been held up in the snow...

..two days on the side of the road and no bother at all.

With lunchtime looming and traffic going nowhere fast,

Alan's meals on wheels might come in handy.

For travellers who prefer to park up rather than eat pack-ups,

then refreshments are never too far away on this road.

Places such as the A1's Stadium Diner near Grantham

attracts more than 200 truckers a day.

They flock there for home-made classics,

generous portions and service with a smile.

Thanks for that.

Margaret and Albert White

have made their fortune keeping A1 truckers trucking.

Yeah, we have steak pie, mince and onion pie,

chicken and mushroom, cottage pie, chilli, lasagne.

And with her personally designed menu,

it's Margaret's way or the highway.

They're not allowed to do anything different.

If they do anything different, they get told off, don't you, Mary?

To ensure her loyal customers don't decide to drive on by,

Margaret knows standards have to be kept high.

Oh, no. They're not cooked enough. Nowhere near.

Nicola. They want putting back on, they're as hard as rock.

-Oh...

-Can't saute them.

But the diner is just one part of their empire.

With parking space for 200-300 lorries,

and a massive refilling station,

Albert's gone from a humble trucker to a successful businessman.

The business is growing from when we first took the truck stop.

Margaret was probably doing 200 or 300 eggs a week.

She's now got to 3,000 eggs,

so that just gives you a size of the cafe itself,

the diner and how much that's grown.

We was probably doing 20, 30 lorries a night, parking up.

We're now to 200-plus a night.

We're just busier and busier.

I think what they say is from a little acorn grows an oak tree,

or something like that.

So this is our oak tree now, I think. That's... Yeah.

At 68,

Albert's still looking for ways to pull in the pounds

from the nearby A1.

He's recently shelled out over 120 grand

on a state-of-the-art truck wash.

We've always wanted one of these. I've always wanted one.

So, er, it's quite nice to say I've got as good a truck wash

as anybody else has got.

And, yes, it's pleasing to see it working.

Yeah.

It's even more pleasing when there's three lorries behind it

waiting to be washed, but we can't have everything.

Not this weather.

Back on the A1,

Alan has squeezed his wide load through the traffic jam

and at 3:30 in the afternoon,

he's made it to Albert's place for a very late lunch.

-Hello, are you all right?

-Yes, thanks.

Two teas and two omelette and chips, please.

How are we doing?

Murder on the roads today, isn't it, from what I can gather?

-Yeah.

-Yeah, shocking.

There's a bad accident just up the road there.

-Yeah.

-It's a load of potatoes.

-Potatoes.

-THEY LAUGH

That would've made some chips, wouldn't it?

LAUGHTER

From congestion-causing King Edwards,

to a date with the Lord Mayor of London.

Alan's back on the road,

heading towards the bright lights of the capital,

where in just a few hours' time,

he'll face a battle to get his massive pea viner

to the start of the A1, near St Paul's Cathedral.

From Britain's busiest city to the Scottish Borders,

where the quieter section of the A1 still throws up challenges

for local traffic police.

PC Stuart Logan and Davey Johnson

are still dealing with a serious crash just off the dual carriageway.

This is actually the bodywork of the car that skidded along the road.

-Probably be the door handle and the mirror.

-Yeah.

The driver's lost control on a bend and spun the car onto its side.

I can only assume that she's climbed out through this open window,

erm, because the door -

it would be quite a significant weight to push that door up

to get out.

Miraculously, she's escaped with minor injuries.

With the pick-up truck now here,

Stuart and Davey can move the car off the road.

You attach the chains to the top side of it,

pull it down onto its wheels,

and then it'll be winched onto the back of the truck.

It took a dramatic chain of events for the car

to end up in this position.

Getting it back on four wheels isn't for the faint-hearted, either.

It's only now that Stuart and Davey

can see the full impact the car's absorbed.

You can see the fuel rim's completely sheared.

And Stuart knows the driver's lucky to be alive.

It's down to luck whether another vehicle

came round the bend, or didn't,

and subsequently caused a secondary collision.

But I think this just comes as a stark reminder to us all

that you are very, very vulnerable on the roads.

For the officers, it's back to the A1.

Davey's been patrolling this patch for over two decades,

and over the years,

he's seen a common theme emerge when it comes to crashes.

Most of the accidents I've attended haven't been down to speed,

it's been down to driver error.

At this time of year, you know, the roads are really slippery,

but because it's not frosty,

people think that it's OK just to drive as you did in the summer.

Then you come to, er, say...

you know, a tight bend on a country road

and you go to turn on it and the road surface is slippy,

and rather than go round a corner,

you just end up going straight on, as perhaps what happened tonight.

Thankfully, this remote stretch of the A1 in the Borders

remains quiet throughout the rest of their shift.

But as Stuart heads back to the station,

he spots something he can't ignore.

I've just noticed that there's, er,

there's an abnormal load escort

on the opposing carriageway on the A1

and I heard on the radio that they've suffered a blow-out.

It's 11pm -

and Stuart is unlikely to be heading home any time soon.

Around 70 miles south, on the outskirts of Newcastle,

lies a stretch of the A1 where there were nearly 300 accidents last year.

Traffic officers Pete and Scott

are on night patrol along this most troublesome section.

Alpha, Charlie, Lima 41.

It's rush-hour, and with traffic at its peak,

the pair are expecting problems.

Something stationary on the other carriageway.

Is it an RTC or a breakdown?

-INDISTINCT RADIO VOICE

-Breakdown.

-Breakdown, I think.

Police are already on the scene,

but Peter and Scott need to double back and take over the job.

However, it's soon clear this simple breakdown

is more hazardous than they first expected.

You can see that officer, he's half on the verge,

but half into the running lane.

Now, that could encourage traffic to try and pass,

so we've positioned our vehicle fully into lane one,

where we'll take control of the traffic behind.

With vehicles speeding around the bend at 70 mph,

they need to make the scene safe by warning oncoming traffic.

I've put in a 100-metre taper of cones and directional arrows -

and already, you can see how traffic's

now filtering out into the outer lanes.

Scott's just put a line of cones down past the incident.

The idea of that, it means when vehicles get past us,

they're not likely to just try and jump back in,

which, again, could be dangerous.

It turns out the white car

has actually been involved in an accident,

leaving driver Misha Patterson stranded for an hour.

The A1 was at a standstill.

I was stationary, cos there was someone in front

trying to get in, on to the A1 and she just smashed in the back.

A bit shook up.

Have you got recovery on the way?

How long are they going to be?

Right. What we'll do is... It's a bit dangerous.

What we'll probably do is we'll get recovery sorted for you,

with it being so close to the live running lane.

If they come before then, that's fair enough,

but we'll just get the ball rolling. All right?

With traffic hurtling past the scene,

Scott knows that the risk of a second crash is high.

Some people might not see that and then come and maybe clip it,

or panic when they do see it and then swerve out.

It is... It is a safety risk.

The cordon adds a full element, that they won't see anything.

Even when we came down the slip, and we knew where it was,

we couldn't see it until we were right on it.

Even with a safety cordon in place,

approaching vehicles are struggling to move out of the lane in time.

Cars are coming close and they're going past quite quick, as well,

so it is the dangerous place to be.

And all it takes is for one driver to misjudge the situation

to cause further chaos.

I mean, Peter's extended our taper but, as you can still see,

cars are still coming up on to our taper of cones and not seeing it.

The result, another minor bump to deal with -

and the drivers aren't happy.

Because nothing can be planned out because it's not planned works,

there's been another crash in front of our closure.

There's adequate signage and cones out to filter traffic out...

With his warning lights flashing

and the cordon as long as he can make it,

Peter has done everything he possibly can.

It appears this van's been travelling down

on the southbound carriageway towards our closure.

Just prior to the closure,

the van slowed down, and for whatever reason,

the car behind hasn't, and it's bumped the back of the van.

So it's a minor collision.

Nobody's injured. The drivers will just have to exchange details now.

Further up the road, Misha's car is finally being picked up -

and she's left cursing her luck.

You can't make some days up, can you?

As awful as it sounds, it's only a piece of metal.

At least that can be fixed. As long as you're all right, you know what I mean?

For Peter and Scott, a seemingly simple job

has turned into something much more complicated.

The driver of the Porsche was the one who was upset,

even though he was the one who drove straight into the back of the van.

I mean, what he was trying to say is, why didn't we take our closure

right back to the prior roundabout,

which was approximately a quarter of a mile away?

So I did explain to him that due to the size of our vehicle,

we don't carry enough equipment to put a closure on going so far back.

Sometimes, credit's hard to come by.

At least for Peter and Scott,

it's the end of what's been a hectic shift.

260 miles south, on the outskirts of London,

an experienced trucker is hoping his day will be a much quieter one.

It's almost five in the morning and, at South Mimms services,

Alan Metheringham and his pea viner

have a big day in store at the Lord Mayor's Show in London.

I just check the chains are all tight,

clean the lights, make sure the marker boards are clean.

Just make sure everything's secure, basically.

Nothing's loose, nothing's moved.

To move this 29-tonne pea harvester in to Britain's busiest city,

he'll need eyes in the back of his head.

So Alan's teaming up with a specialist escort crew

to guide him to his destination.

-We all ready?

-Yeah.

-Righto, when you are.

-Channel 15.

-Channel 15... Yeah.

Righto. Cheers, then.

Setting off early has paid dividends.

They've beaten the traffic

and it's plain sailing all the way into central London.

But to get the pea viner to the end of the A1 by St Paul's,

they'll need some extra help.

For the final stretch,

they're being escorted by the Metropolitan Police,

down the wrong side of the road.

We're going southbound, down the A1,

on the northbound carriageway.

The police have closed the road off,

with the escort van in front and a police escort, as well.

With Alan skilfully weaving his way through the city streets,

he's only one more bend to negotiate.

Just watch the back again, Jeff.

'You've got loads of room. Fine, keep going. No problem.

'Yeah.

'OK, you're out.'

And, after 260 miles, they've made it.

St Paul's Cathedral is just in front of us.

This is where we park.

-Job done.

-HE WHEEZES AND LAUGHS

Despite the shocking weather,

hundreds of thousands of people are pouring into central London

for the 801st Lord Mayor's Show.

The pea viner is certainly turning plenty of heads,

and taking the wheel is vehicle engineer Gary Creaser.

Not only has he got to manoeuvre it off its trailer,

he'll be driving it through the streets of London

alongside company director Andrew Raith.

Gary's the operations manager.

He's the... He keeps these things actually running.

He knows how to drive it far better than I do, yeah.

Their mission is to champion the humble British pea,

and with the machine fully decked out,

and the marching peas poised,

they're determined not to let it rain on their parade.

But it's going to be a tight-run thing.

I'm sure we'll squeeze through.

Something like this has enough power to squeeze through anything.

Yeah, as long as you don't hit anybody, we're fine, Gary.

We're fine.

It's very rare that you follow a flying pig, though.

THEY LAUGH

The sound of this parade has been ringing out across the streets

of central London since it was started over 800 years ago.

Back then, for those heading out of the capital on the Great North Road,

the medieval town of Grantham would have been a popular stopping-off

point for a bite to eat.

Nowadays, it's the A1 Stadium Diner that's on hand to fill the bellies

of today's travellers and truckers.

It's 6.30 in the morning and the catering team are clocking on for

another busy breakfast shift.

-Morning.

-Morning.

But along with the usual lumbering juggernauts,

owner Albert's getting his forecourt ready for some special guests with a

taste for speed.

About ten Lamborghinis coming up for breakfast.

So I'm just putting the signs there

so they can park in front of the caff.

I think they're touring Lincolnshire today and then I believe they're

going to an airfield to do a bit of driving around bollards

and everything like that.

I think I'm a bit too old to get in and out of a Lamborghini, nowadays.

They're a younger man's car, or probably somebody that's a lot

slimmer than me, anyway, to get in and out of.

Albert's keen to give these supercar drivers a speedy service.

-Morning, girls.

-Morning.

How are we doing?

So it's all hands to the pump - or, in Emma's case,

the industrial tin opener.

I'm just preparing the tomatoes.

We do this every day.

We have to do eight tomatoes,

eight beans and we normally do a few extra beans,

because we get through them quite a lot in the afternoon.

You'd be surprised how much we get through.

Most of these will be gone, at latest, tomorrow morning.

So, again, one of us will be out here doing it again.

While Emma's up to her elbows in tomatoes...

..the hungry petrol heads are pulling in for their pit stop.

I, to be honest, am not a car person,

but they are gorgeous-looking.

I don't think... Even if I saved all my wages for the rest of my life,

I don't think I could get one.

With almost £2 million worth of Huracans and Aventadors

cruising onto the forecourt, it's quite a sight for Albert.

First time we've had ten Lamborghinis.

Yeah.

The lorry drivers probably won't be too happy if they have to queue up

for their breakfast.

Inside, the griddle's already stacked.

Come on in, lads.

And, dressed in her Sunday best,

Margaret's on hand to make sure her VIP customers get a proper feed.

But with a dizzying array of meals on offer,

the drivers seem spoiled for choice.

You've got to eat, boys, because I want to save up

for one of these cars. So you have to spend your money.

After the hard sell,

these trucker-sized breakfasts are soon flying out.

But Margaret's more interested in wheels than meals.

I've had a few sports cars in my day, but nothing like this.

Wow. Have they locked them?

I bet they have.

Better not touch it in case the alarm goes off!

I think we could still drive one of these, couldn't we, Margaret?

I think so, yeah.

One of the guys said, "You can, you're never too old."

-Get a cushion.

-Yeah.

Inside, the Lambo-lovers can't get enough of the food.

But even with her regulars having to wait their turn,

Margaret's not budging from her mantra.

We don't serve fast food, we serve good food as fast as we can.

That's my motto.

The breakfasts are really good today and hopefully it'll settle

everybody's stomach before we start driving very quickly.

I think it's great, but it might actually reappear

when we get on the runway.

They've had their full English and, as they leave,

there's just room for a doughnut.

For Margaret, it's been a perfect pit stop.

PLATE SMASHES

-Well, almost.

-That's your bonus gone, girl.

These Lambos will soon be thundering around at some ridiculous speeds.

But up in Scotland,

another vehicle with massive horsepower isn't going anywhere.

-Hello, hello.

-How are you doing, all right?

-Not bad, thank you.

Traffic officer PC Stuart Logan should have clocked off by now, but

faced with a stranded truck carrying a 35-tonne wind turbine part,

he is now heading for a late one.

Which one is it that's blown out?

-The back inner one.

-Oh, inside one there. I see that. Yeah.

It's that one that's gone.

You can see how much an effect it's having on this outer tyre,

because the tyre on the inside was blown out,

so that tyre's got no air in it.

So now all the weight is now going through this one outer tyre.

The transporter was halfway through a 70-mile trip from Grangemouth to

Berwick when driver Chris Leonard realised he had a problem.

Well, I was driving up there and it were a right bang.

You can normally tell if it's you.

It goes like a gunshot going off.

So, yeah, could've done without this.

On this section of the A1, there's no hard shoulder.

Even though the load is well lit,

Stuart wants to shed more light onto the scene to divert vehicles around

the stricken lorry.

It's definitely not a job for the faint-hearted.

That's a perfect example of drivers just simply not looking where

they're going. You can see how blatantly obvious this is here.

And, yet, look at how close these cars come before they even bother

moving out in the outside lane.

Get out!

This is visible to these people

and they just don't take any notice of it.

And they come so, so close to us.

But, unfortunately, this is the risks that we face in dealing with

incidents on the fast road network.

Thankfully, Stewart will soon be out of harm's way.

The recovery team is on scene and Stuart's doing everything he can to

make this a quick tyre change.

I'm just giving him a hand so he can see what he's doing.

It's obviously pretty dark under there.

He needs to see, make sure the jack's lined up properly.

30 tonnes would be the complete weight of it,

so it's a fair old weight.

More than what your average trolley jack

would be able to manage, anyway.

Incredibly, this tiny hydraulic jack is soon supporting the back-end of

the load.

Then it's on with the heavyweight tyre swap.

A pneumatic wrench makes quick work of the wheel nuts,

but the hardest job of all is getting the new tyre on and,

for this, only two crowbars will do.

He's nearly there, I think. It's a tough old beast, eh?

There's just no give in it. That's the problem, eh?

There we are. That's it on.

The whole thing's taken just over ten minutes and soon

they'll be on their way.

Get done and bed.

Busy day.

-Fingers crossed we don't have another one.

-I know, aye, keep safe.

This lengthy load can now head off to become part of a 115-metre wind

turbine, which will tower above the Berwickshire countryside.

Well, that's it all away.

The other officers have come back, escorted it down the road,

so just gathered up all our equipment and we can go home.

It's a shift that's lasted from two in the afternoon to almost two in

the morning, and even for an A1 patrol officer,

it's been a long day.

As one wide load heads on its way a little later than planned,

at the other end of the A1,

another massive machine is getting ready for its big moment.

At the Lord Mayor's Show in central London,

it's crunch time for the pea viner.

-Ready to rock.

-Gary Creaser and Andrew Raith are flying the flag for

British pea farmers...

..by steering their huge 29-tonne machine through the narrow streets

of the capital.

Remember, no overtaking, Gary.

-They never said that.

-I'm sure they I did.

I don't remember them saying it.

Flanked by marching peas,

they're on their way to join the main procession.

From the military to charity fundraisers,

they're amongst 7,000 who are parading for the Lord Mayor.

And, as their pea viner thunders down Fleet Street...

LAUGHTER

..it's really catching people's eye.

They're all looking, thinking, "What is it? What is it?"

It's big, it's red, it's shiny, but what the hell is it?

It's a strange experience to be driving a viner heading towards the

Royal Courts of Justice and what have you.

I've walked down this street many times.

I never expected to be driving a pea viner down it.

It's one way to see London, anyway.

With hundreds of thousands of people coming out to cheer the procession

on, it's a fantastic stage for Gary

and Andrew to promote their produce...

We should have just had some bags of frozen peas with others.

We could've thrown them out the window.

..which goes far beyond the humble pea.

It is about great British food

and to put a pea viner on the streets of London,

if that helps in any way to sort of promote British food and farming,

then great. It's good to be part of it.

But the city streets were never designed for monster machines like

this and the pea viner can simply go no further.

-They're taking us off the course.

-Follow that fella, there.

With their part in the parade over, Gary and Andrew find a convenient

spot to park up and watch the rest of the historic parade.

-Absolute masterstroke to park that there.

-Eh?

You just cannot believe that that there...

Amazing. Amazing.

For these two peas in a pod,

there's only one other vehicle that could upstage their viner today -

the magnificent Lord Mayor's state coach.

It's not something you see every day.

With the parade marching off into the distance,

it's over to lorry driver Alan Metheringham to reload and repeat

the journey back up the A1...

..leaving Andrew to reflect on an amazing day out.

It couldn't have gone any better, really.

Very smooth. Yeah, it's been good fun, enjoyed it.

If we can just get it out of London now,

everything's gone off really well.

Thankfully for Andrew, his precious pea viner

made its way safely up the A1,

so it was easy-peasy, after all.

Nicole's boyfriend came to the rescue and she's hoping she'll never

get stranded on the A1 again.

And Margaret's still hoping that bacon and eggs will one day

land her her Lambo.

Next time...

A countryside crash leaves a biker fighting for his life...

You're always thinking the worst with a motorcycle accident.

..traffic officers come face-to-face with a lorry driver

flouting the law...

You can't stop on a hard shoulder of a motorway.

I'm going to break the law, then.

..and there's an unexpected truck stop for one deflated driver.

In to the full. So we won't be going anywhere for a while.