Episode 15 Countryside 999

From the Highlands of Scotland to the coast of Cornwall,

the Great British countryside is spectacular.

But we work and play in it at our peril.

SIREN WAILS

And when things go wrong,

the emergency services race to the rescue.

This chap is having a heart attack and we need to get him in quickly.

We have a cow on the road.

Countryside policing at its finest here.

Going hundreds of miles against the clock.

Battling the elements

and braving the waves.

GROANING

From fields and forests,

to cliffs and country roads,

we'll be right at the heart of the action.

SIREN WAILS

With police fighting crime.

I'm not arguing it, I'm reporting you for it.

Paramedics saving lives.

BABY CRIES

And lifeguards patrolling the seas.

We're there as the emergency services pull together

to pick up, patch up and protect the public.

This is Countryside 999.

Coming up: In Cornwall, the Air Ambulance fly to a woman who may

have broken her back.

I'd like to try, if we can, to give you something. I don't like the idea of you being in pain.

I'm so sensitive to stuff, I really would rather live with the pain.

Two-one standing by.

In Brecon, a countryside cop comes face-to-face with a van driver.

I am tinkering on seizing the vehicle,

but I'm willing to give you an opportunity to prove me wrong.

And in Dumfries and Galloway, a biker takes a spill in the wet.

We love the spectacular scenery

and peace and quiet of the British countryside.

That's what draws millions of us every year

to spend our holidays here.

Cornwall is a firm favourite,

with over four and a half million people visiting this

beautiful area every year.

But the idyllic country lanes can pose a real threat.

It's hard to get anywhere quickly, and in an

emergency that really matters.

From its base at Newquay Airport,

the Cornwall Air Ambulance can reach any part of the county

within 20 minutes.

Paramedic Mark Fuszard is a veteran, with over seven years' experience in the air.

I love this job. You come to work at half past seven in the morning

and you've absolutely no idea what's going to happen during that day.

From biking accidents...

What I don't want you to be is to have to be the bravest man in the world

and tell me it's not hurting when it is.

..to a holiday-maker's SOS.

The team never know what challenges they'll meet.

And that to me is a great part of the job.

Today, Mark is on duty with Ben Mayhew, another

long serving paramedic with 22 years under his belt.

They're on their way

to St Keverne, a remote village

on The Lizard Peninsula, the most southerly point of Britain.

A land ambulance crew is on the scene, and

they've called for help.

We're on our way to a 41-year-old

lady who has fallen approximately eight feet

out of her loft.

It's a crew request, because this lady has altered sensation in her limbs.

Altered sensation is a bad sign.

It can mean a broken back or internal bleeding. The air ambulance

team need to get there fast.

We've got good access, look at that.

Couldn't be better, could it, really?

Mark's spotted the perfect landing site.

You happy with the football pitch, John?

-'Yeah.'

-Fantastic.

'100 feet.'

The crew of the land ambulance has already immobilised the patient, Bevan...

-Hi, Bevan.

-Hi, there.

..to prevent any further damage to her spine.

Complaining of T12, upper L pain.

Pain score of eight, is refusing any analgesia at all.

Bevan was putting something away in her loft

when she fell eight feet onto a hard stone floor.

She may have serious spine damage.

She was home alone with her six-year-old son Ewan.

He brought her the phone so she could dial 999.

Obviously, due to the fact you've come out of your loft

and landed on this hard floor,

the guys have done what they've done and immobilised you

and we're going to take you to hospital in a helicopter.

Flying in an air ambulance is faster and smoother than by road,

but still likely to be intensely painful without drugs.

-You're in a little bit of pain.

-I am.

-And you've declined any pain relief.

-That's fine.

I'd rather be conscious and aware of it in case it changes.

Anything we do give you isn't going to knock you out,

it's just going to get rid of your pain.

I'd like to try, if we can, to give you something,

I don't like the idea of you being in pain.

I'm so sensitive to stuff, I really would rather live with the pain.

-That's entirely your decision.

-I would love to, thank you -

I'll tell you if it gets unbearable.

-You're looking very uncomfortable at the moment.

-It's OK, it's OK.

I can bear it - it's fine, it's all perfect.

Bevan's made of stern stuff...

..but it's going to be tough to leave Ewan behind.

I love you so much.

Look into my eyes - it's all going to be absolutely fine, OK?

150 miles north

and the Dyfed Powys Police have a very different set of challenges.

It's a remote region and it's the police's job

to make sure visitors and locals alike

treat the area with respect.

But policing isn't just about responding to crime -

it's about preventing it, too.

And it's PC Scott Morris's mission to sniff out possible trouble.

I enjoy my job - it is rewarding, it is good,

and...I suppose it's one of those jobs

where you never really know what's going to happen.

And that carries an element of excitement about it.

You live each day, wondering what's round the corner.

And around the very next corner,

Scott spies a couple of campers he wants to check out.

Hey, dude, you all right?

Enjoying it? Nice spot.

Very nice spot.

Have you...have you had any tidy weather?

Have you had any sunshine?

Was it warm yesterday for you or has it been raining?

Quite cold - starting to turn now, though, isn't it?

Yeah, cold,

OK. Where are you from, gentlemen?

Spain, very nice indeed -

very different to this, I dare say.

Armando and Patrizio are Spanish visitors

who've come to Brecon for a bit of R and R.

Do you have anything with you that you shouldn't have?

Any drugs or offensive weapons?

I appreciate you're camping,

but...no hunting knives or things like that?

Like a...?

-You've got a flip knife, have you?

-It's a knife.

-Do you want to get it for me?

-Yeah.

I just want to make sure everything's in order.

Even in the heart of the countryside,

carrying a knife longer than three inches is a serious crime.

You can end up behind bars for four years.

But, luckily the lads are staying small scale.

Just be mindful...I don't have a problem with that.

But obviously...because you're camping,

reasonably lawful excuse to be carrying it.

Make sure it's in a bag, don't leave it out.

Cos obviously...you send out the wrong impression.

For future reference, if you do have a knife like that,

if it locks, if the blade locks, it's an offence.

That's fine, I've got no problem with that, but keep it in a bag.

-OK? Do you have anything else?

-No.

-Any drugs, any cannabis?

-No.

Are you sure? If I search and I find it

and you don't tell me about it, it could lead to your arrest.

-You do tell me about it...

-No, we have nothing.

-Good.

-You can check if you want.

-No.

I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, you seem very tidy people.

Enjoy your stay and look after yourselves.

-Yeah. Thanks very much.

-All the best, take care.

-Ciao.

In anything you do in policing,

you've got to apply a level of common sense, you know?

In this instance, two people camping, they're camping,

they're not causing any fuss,

the weapon doesn't match what would be deemed an offensive weapon.

So, therefore, just mainly offer them advice

to say "You need to keep it in the bag.

"Not a problem having it, but keep it in your bag."

Later, Scott dishes out more advice,

but to a less receptive audience.

If I ask you a question like that,

you're looking for a straightforward answer.

Back in Cornwall

and the paramedics are attending to Bevan,

who could have a broken spine.

So this young lady's fallen out of a loft, eight feet,

landed on a hard surface

and landed on her back, banging her head.

She hasn't knocked herself out, so not too worried about that.

But we are looking at a back injury and possible neck injury.

-You feel me touching this leg?

-Mm-hm.

When I touch your leg, does it feel the same as when I touch this leg?

-Absolutely.

-Can you wiggle your toes for me?

-Yes.

Can you wiggle your fingers for me? I know I can't see this one...

Have you any funny feelings in your fingers at all?

Any pins and needles or altered sensations?

-No...

-Feel numb, or...?

-Just cold and numb on the right.

But that's because it's against a stone floor.

Brilliant - we'll get in the helicopter,

get you to hospital.

I'll be honest, I am concerned that your pain is eight out of ten.

That's fine, I'll let you know if it gets worse.

That's high, eight out of ten is pretty high.

And they'll want to give you something in hospital.

You can refuse that, it's your prerogative,

but I don't like seeing you in so much pain.

That's fine. I honestly will tell you

-if it becomes more than I can bear.

-OK.

Lift.

Thank you so much, girls.

-That's all right.

-You were really lovely.

Bevan's main concern now

is being separated from her six-year-old son Ewan.

Ewan is coming. Do you want to see him?

Just going to slide her in, then you can step up.

Slide her in - how we doing?

How we doing? Mind your elbow...

That's fantastic. Do you want to step up?

There you go, onto there.

There you go, darling, lean over my face so I can see you.

OK, let me give you a big kiss.

I love you so much. Look in my eyes.

-It's all going to be fine, OK?

-OK.

What's her number to make sure...?

OK - you need to get someone to find names.

Press the letter T, it'll show you Tara and Tristan.

-PARAMEDIC: I'll find it.

-Ewan, Ewan...

Ewan, what we'll give you, we'll give that to your mum

and she'll give it to you.

It's a little bear - how's that?

You've got to take care of it for Mum, all right?

What we'll do, Ewan, I'm going to lift you out

because I don't want you falling out.

See you later...Ewan?

For now, Ewan will stay with his grandad.

But Bevan needs to get to hospital, fast.

Only then will she discover if she's suffered permanent damage

to her badly injured back.

Later - the pain becomes unbearable for Bevan...

-It really hurts.

-Don't lift your head up.

Scott does his best to keep calm...

It is an offence under the Road Traffic Act.

However, I'm not going to get overly excited about it...

But first, an elderly man has a mysterious turn.

-So you've not had any heart problems in the past?

-No.

-Blood pressure problems?

-No.

-No?

In Dumfries and Galloway,

the paramedics are kept busy morning till night.

They race to roadside collisions...

..patch up jockeys who've taken a tumble...

Lie still - put your legs down and listen to me.

..and take care of the elderly.

Got any pain there at the moment?

From their base in Castle Douglas,

paramedics Andy Chapel and Carol Ann McCombe

are blue lighting to Kirkcudbright.

An elderly man has keeled over at the wheel of his car.

The information we've been given is this is a 78-year-old male

who's collapsed outside a house and is in a car

and he's got some heart problems.

This is what I would class as a red call

because the patient is potentially unconscious.

Arriving at Kirkcudbright,

the good news is the patient is not unconscious.

James is resting in the back of his car.

Hello, sir, how we doing?

What's happened to you?

78-year-old James had a funny turn while he was reversing.

How do you feel now? Back to normal?

Have you had any pain in your chest?

Any history of any medical problems?

Just come with me, nice and steady.

Have you ever had anything like this before?

Now and again...

Just pop up there and let's have a look at you.

How do you feel now?

Completely back to normal?

Were you driving?

-Aye.

-Oh, right. Just felt dizzy?

Light headed?

James is up for a bit of banter,

but Andy and Carol Ann need to find out the cause of his collapse.

-Do you have blood pressure problems?

-No.

Is your blood pressure normally low?

Have you had an ECG before?

We'll do that for you now.

-OK. Can I just get the vest up?

-Aye.

Nice and relaxed for me, as if you were sleeping.

But they're not happy with the readings from the ECG.

-So you've not had any heart problems in the past?

-No.

You say you've had ECG's done before?

What was that for?

Ah right, you see, you didn't tell me that.

James's news is further cause for concern for Andy.

I think we'll maybe just nip up to the health centre

and have a word with the GPs.

We don't have to rush you up to Dumfries just yet.

Carol Ann runs James and his wife Mary to the

local Health Centre, James's own GP, Doctor Lock is luckily on call.

Here we are, the man of the moment.

Hello there.

Ten minute episode of sweating and dizziness.

Spontaneous recovery.

-Right.

-Everything checks out now.

His BP's 98/54 now.

He says he's had previous

episodes.

James's wife Mary is worried about the medication he's taking

for his previous medical problems.

You're on two or three tablets now that will drop the pressure.

Yes, that was what I was saying to him.

D'you want him to still keep

his appointment with you tomorrow?

Aye, do that. If you're not so good, don't drive over, I'll come and see you.

There, you've got your instructions.

Right I've got my instructions.

OK, Sir, see you tomorrow.

And Andy has more instructions for James.

What you'll have to do is get her to run around after you all day.

James is OK for now.

And Mary has some of her own medicine.

That's gin she's put in that you know.

Back in Brecon, and PC Scott is on patrol.

Earlier he checked out some sleepy Spanish campers.

I've not got a problem with that,

just make sure you keep it in the bag.

And now he's got his sight set on a silver Saxo.

Older car, checking out.

It's got a brake light out,

so automatically the vehicle's

committing an offence under the Road Traffic Act.

Punishable by a fixed penalty.

It's not something I'll get overly concerned about yet.

Hi, mate, you all right?

-You've got a brake light out on the offside, were you aware of that?

-No.

It is an offence under the Road Traffic Act.

However, I'm not going to get overly excited about it.

Now I've made you aware of it, I expect you to rectify it.

If I see your vehicle in the next seven days and you haven't had

-it, then you can expect a ticket then, fair enough?

-Yeah.

-Offside, that's this side, yes?

-Yeah.

Now the car's sorted, Scott decides to step up a gear.

OK, do you have anything in the car you shouldn't have?

-That I shouldn't have?

-Yeah.

No offensive weapons, no drugs, no cannabis, anything like that?

Why not to your knowledge, nobody else driven the car?

I very much doubt it.

So you haven't got anything yourself, anything in your pockets,

if I was to search you, am I going to find anything?

What I'm thinking of obviously is anything that's illegal.

Robert's vagueness is not cutting the mustard with Scott.

You're not filling me with confidence, Robert, all right?

What I'm going to say, if I ask you a question like that, right,

you're looking for a straightforward answer, OK?

You seem... Although you seem quite chatty,

very tidy indeed, you seem a little nervous

when I'm putting you on the spot about illegal stuff,

and you're not giving me a straight answer.

It's for that reason I'm going to search you,

because I believe potentially you could have something on you

due to...due to your mannerisms.

If I've got to search you

and you're in possession of something illegal

and you haven't told me about it,

then you're going straight to custody.

-Does that make sense?

-Yes.

-Do you have anything then?

-No.

Good, now why didn't I get that answer from the start?!

If you just pop your hands out to the side for me.

Last chance, am I going to find anything now?

Save us a lot of trouble?

I don't think you're going to find anything.

I'd be very surprised if you do.

Not quite getting to the straight answers, though.

It's all getting a bit personal now.

I'm just going to touch your backside. Not for any thrills,

just to see if you have anything in your back pocket.

But if Scott does find anything, Robert's going down.

That's fine, Robert. If you just bear with me, I'm going to search the car.

Is there anything in it, before I go through it?

Very last chance saloon now. Good.

That's good, this is what we like.

Is the boot open, Robert?

Nothing doing, but even so,

Scott needs to have a bit of a straight talk with Robert.

OK, mate, that's lovely.

You gave a straight answer,

at one point, but other than that you were a bit vague with your answers.

Just answer straightforward. If you haven't got anything...

I had to think for a moment what you were, you know...

-OK, no problem. Happy?

-I'm all right, yeah.

-Sort the light out, soon as you can, seven days.

-Yeah.

-And tip-top. All right, mate?

-All right.

-Top man.

-No problems.

-Look after yourself.

-OK.

-Take care, all the best.

His vagueness starts the alarm bells ringing straight away.

In my opinion and my experience,

you know if you've got something on you you shouldn't have.

So it's often the case that a vague answer

can prove to a successful find.

There's no cause for celebration yet.

For now, Scott lies in wait.

Static observation is like a tin of Quality Street,

you have literally got to try and pick the tastiest ones.

And not every car that passes you... is going to be the tasty one.

And later, Scott hopes he's found the big purple one.

Our records show there's no insurance policy. So obviously,

we need to stop him now, speak to the driver and see what he's got to say.

Back in Cornwall, Air Ambulance paramedics are with Bevan,

a young mum with a suspected broken spine.

It's all going to be absolutely fine, OK?

Complaining of T12, upper L pain.

-Pain score of about eight, is refusing any analgesia at all.

-OK.

-You're in a little bit of pain?

-I am.

-And you've declined any pain relief.

-Yes, that's fine.

I'm so sensitive to stuff that

I really would rather live with the pain.

In flight to the Royal Cornwall Hospital in Truro,

Bevan soldiers on.

-Are you OK?

-Yes, fine thanks.

Bevan's choice is not to have any analgesia.

And that is completely her choice.

If she decides she doesn't want any pain relief,

she doesn't have to have any.

We tried to persuade her, and she is in quite a bit of pain

but she'd rather manage that pain herself.

At least the journey's not too long.

The air ambulance can cover the 15 miles

to the hospital at Treliske in Truro in 10 minutes.

By road, it's about an hour.

Anybody who may have suffered a back injury,

it's going to be very uncomfortable for them to be conveyed by road.

They're tend to feel every lump and bump.

So travelling by air does give us a slightly more comfortable ride,

as well as a quicker ride to hospital.

The helicopter lands safely.

But Bevan's pain is really kicking in now.

It just really hurts, not a scratch, but feel it, it really hurts.

Don't lift your head up.

-Is it in the realm where I'm touching you now?

-Just below it.

Where it's on the board. About an inch or two below it.

Once you come off the board, which they'll do fairly quickly in the department,

where they'll keep you immobilised,

-hopefully that'll relieve that tension there.

-OK.

-I hit it on the stone floor when I landed on it.

-Did you? Yeah.

Bevan will make the final leg of her excruciating journey

in a land ambulance.

But for now, Ben and Mark's job is done.

The majority of the jobs we do go to on the aircraft are patients

that need to be in hospital quickly.

So we tend to see a lot of poorly patients on the helicopter.

It is very rewarding to think we can make a difference

to this patient by getting them to definitive care

and to hospitals really quickly.

But for Bevan, it's a long road to recovery.

Later, Bevan re-lives the trauma.

There was nothing I could do to stop myself,

there was nothing to grab on to.

I knew straight away I'd done something serious.

In Dumfries and Galloway, the country roads can prove lethal.

And here, just like the rest of the country,

motorcyclists are particularly vulnerable.

Just 1% of the traffic and nearly 20% of the deaths.

It's a rainy day in Castle Douglas

and paramedics Sandra Little and Caroline McGranahan

have been called out to a motorbike crash.

You just always fear the worst till you get there and see how it is.

If it's out in an open road, you would expect the worst.

Probably...leg injuries, pelvic injuries,

head injuries would be the main concern.

If they're not in collision with anything else

then it wouldn't be so bad.

Christopher came off his brand-new motorbike

when he skidded in the rain.

Thankfully, the accident happened in the middle of town,

and he wasn't going too fast.

Have you got pain anywhere just now, Christopher?

His elbow and his hip, Caroline.

I saw you sort of limping on that left...your right hip?

Right hip, aye. It stings a bit.

'The young lad's obviously had a fright,

'so he could be in a lot more pain than he realises at the time.'

Probably in a wee bit of shock.

I'm going to go and look at his helmet,

see if there's any marks on the helmet.

Despite the rain,

Caroline needs to look at the damage

to Christopher's helmet and the bike.

-Where's his bike?

-Over there.

I'm going to have a quick look at his bike.

'If there's a lot of damage to the bike,

'then there's a good chance the casualty will be more seriously injured.'

If there's little damage to the bike,

then that's what you want, you want to see that.

There was very slight damage to the front visor

and the head lamps so that's good.

-Did the bike just...

-Just slipped away from me.

-Just slid out.

-So you've not had any impact with any other object or anything?

-No.

Got your helmet and gloves here.

-There's no marks at all on your helmet.

-No...

-Is this just new?

It's brand-new and all?

-You just literally bought the bike? Is that your first trip on it?

-Aye.

-Oh, God!

-That's a right scunner, that.

Beginner's bad luck.

The bike's come off lightly,

but Caroline and Sandra are still worried about the biker.

I think we should take you into Dumfries and get you X-rayed anyway.

-Well, it's nothing...

-I know, but if you're complaining of pain and that.

No, it's just where I've stretched it.

'I would have felt happier if we'd taken him in and got him X-rayed,'

just to make 100% sure that he hadn't any broken bones

or any internal damage.

But he didn't want to go. So... Can't force him.

Is your jeans torn or anything?

No, no... Well, don't think so, no.

It could have been a total wash out for Christopher,

but his spill in the wet hasn't dampened his enthusiasm.

As soon as it gets fixed I'll be back on it.

Back in Brecon,

Scott is policing the main mountain road into the county.

Our primary role is to show a presence,

and obviously try and enforce the ideas we are trying to get across.

And that's...

almost pretty much, really, to prevent criminals

travelling into the county.

Scott spots a vehicle he wants to check out.

It's a white Ford Transit.

Quick as a flash, he gets onto Control.

'The report's MOT is in order,

'insurance details have come back as not held.

'The index is negative CIS.'

Did you say insurance not held?

'Yes, details not held, over.'

That's all received, thank you. 2-1 standing by.

Right, OK. So straight away the incentive to stop this vehicle

is borne out by the fact that

our records show that there's no insurance policy in being.

So obviously...

we need to stop him now, speak to the driver and see what he's got to say.

It may be something innocent as in, just taken out today,

not been uploaded, whatever.

-Hey, dude, you all right?

-All right, sir.

-Nothing to worry about, just routine check.

-My licence?

Yeah, you've got it there have you?

-Is it your van, pal?

-No, it's the boss's.

It's your boss, is it?

It's not showing as any insurance on here. Any idea why?

Are you able to speak to your boss?

-Have you got him on the phone?

-I'll check.

I should have his number in here.

The driver can't get hold of his boss,

so Scott decides a search is in order.

Looks like you've got half of Epping Forest in here, have you?

Right. Right. Have a seat back in the van.

We'll see if you can get hold of your boss.

What I'm going to do in the interim is try

and get hold of the Motor Insurance Bureau, and do a check with them.

Have a seat. I'm going to run a couple of checks

and we'll come back to you.

The database contains the details of all vehicles

insured in the UK, but it's not infallible.

The driver's saying he thinks it's on a trader's policy.

I'm not happy with that answer. Could you do some checks?

BEEP

'Yes. We'll ring the number.'

Can I ask you to ring the following number?

The gentleman I've got on stop, it's his boss, allegedly,

who may have details of the insurance,

which you can then quote to MIB.

BEEPING

-'Yeah, that's received.'

-Right.

How it'll work now, all right...

I've asked my operations room to ring your boss.

BEEPING

Yeah, go ahead.

-'Yeah, just giving that number as 0-7...'

-0-7...

Number dialled, and they've never heard of a Dean.

Looks like the driver got his boss's number wrong.

That's not helping to clear the matter up.

Play the waiting game now and see if they get back to me.

Still, there could be worse spots to sit and wait.

I'll detain him further so that I can carry out further checks,

and if that throws back that there isn't any insurance,

then it'll be a case of seizing the vehicle under the Road Traffic Act.

'MIB have been spoken to. They state there's currently no records,

'but for further information to be gained,

'we'd need to know who the insurance company are.'

Yes, stand by. It's not looking good.

The onus is on you to prove that you've got insurance.

I've done two preliminary checks that are open to me.

Both of those checks throw back the fact that this van doesn't have

any form of insurance on it. OK?

Now, where we stand on it at the moment, I'll be seizing the van

under the Road Traffic Act, but what I want to do, in the interests

of fair play and to give you an opportunity to sort the matter out,

is you need to get hold of your boss.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

I've been stopped by the police...

They're going to...

The other chap is going to bring the insurance certificate

and details and everything over to...

He doesn't need to come here.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

If it proves that there's no insurance on it,

then you're going to get six points. That's minimum.

-Yeah?

-It's an expensive game, insurance. And rightly so.

The poor driver is feeling the pressure.

Because if someone was to hit you with no insurance, you'd have

enough to say, wouldn't you?

The driver tries again.

I'll ask him, but I don't know if...

Would I be able to take you back to the main office, or...?

The vehicle can't move until I'm satisfied that there's insurance.

-If that's your boss...

-No, this is a mate of mine. He's...

-Quite.

Oh, dear.

I'm not going to wait all day for somebody to turn up.

I am tinkering on seizing the vehicle,

but I'm willing to offer you an opportunity to prove me wrong.

I want the name of the company that it's insured with,

-a policy number and a contact telephone number.

-Hello?

All right? Yeah, it's not coming up on the database, nothing.

Driving with no insurance is deemed quite a serious road traffic offence.

He could be looking to receive anything up to a £300 fine

plus costs,

six penalty points on his licence...

MESSAGE ON RADIO

..and a seizure fee of around £180-plus,

depending on how long the vehicle remains in a lock-up.

But, try as he might, the driver just can't come up with the insurance details.

He's run out of options, and so has Scott.

-He has to... I can't get through.

-Right. OK.

What I'm going to say is,

obviously, the van will be seized and taken to a local lock-up.

So what I need to you do... Grab the keys.

Just come and have a jump in the car.

For today, it's the end of the road for this unlucky driver.

You're now being reported for the offence of driving

a motor vehicle on a road without a valid certificate of insurance, OK?

You will receive a summons in the post.

If the case is proven against him, it could turn out to be

an expensive afternoon, with a fine and six points on his licence.

Yeah, there we are. Excellent. Thanks, boss.

And, as his van disappears into the sunset,

it's back to the ranch in the back of the car for this driver.

Earlier, in Cornwall, air ambulance paramedics came to the rescue

of Bevan, who fell 8ft off a ladder at home

onto a hard stone floor.

-Can you wiggle your toes for me?

-Yes.

OK, can you wiggle your fingers for me? I know we can't see this...

Bevan was rushed to hospital in a helicopter,

but not before she said goodbye to her son, Ewan.

Oh, I love you so much. Hey, look at me. Look at my eyes.

It's all going to be absolutely fine, OK?

For the last five days, she's been cared for in the trauma unit.

'I've had quite a few flashbacks to that moment of falling,

'which just felt sickening. Really horrible. There was nothing

'I could do to stop myself - there was nothing to grab on to.'

The moment of hitting was pretty...

Well, I knew straightaway I'd done something serious.

When the doctor came through the curtains and said,

"Right, OK, you have broken your back," I was thinking,

"OK, that's quite big." Honestly, my second thought was,

"Oh, at least I didn't waste their time with the air crew."

Bevan had split one of the vertebrae in her lower back,

and all because she fell 8ft off a ladder.

I was in the loft because on Sunday we'd been given a new tent

and I thought, "I'm going to try it out, see what it's like."

Put it up Sunday, took it down and on Monday morning before breakfast,

thought, "I'm just going to stick that in the attic,"

and it went a bit pear-shaped.

Her six-year-old son, Ewan, was amazingly calm.

Ewan, my little boy, was really brilliant.

I fell, and so the first thing I said to him was,

"Ewan you have to get me the phone. I need an ambulance."

He panicked for about ten seconds, and he held his head and said,

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God." I was like, "It's fine.

"Just get me the phone," which he did. I said, "I'm going to phone

"for an ambulance. Go and get your clothes on," and he did.

And then I phoned the ambulance.

They were going to come straightaway,

and after that, he went to the first aid kit and said,

"I'm going to get you some arnica to help the bruising.

"What else do I need to do?"

So yeah, he was really brilliant.

Throughout her ordeal, Bevan refused pain relief.

All the way through, they were offering me morphine or Entonox,

but I thought, "I want to be aware to monitor if it changes,

"because if I'm so drugged or pain-relieved that I can't feel it,

I won't be able to say, "It's going numb now," or, "It's hurting more,"

or, "hurting less".

SHE GROANS Don't lift your head up, but is it in the realm

of where I'm touching you there?

Yeah, just below it, just an inch or two below it.

Bevan's a tough cookie, but she did eventually crumble.

For the first 24 hours, all I had was paracetamol,

and then I realised that, actually, with a broken back

and a torn neck and a smacked head, that wasn't kicking it, so, yes,

I have succumbed to the glories of pain relief from the NHS.

Despite her cracked vertebra,

thankfully, there was no nerve damage.

'Yesterday was the big day for standing up,

'and having the X-ray, and you could see it was a stable fracture,

'which means I can actually go and recover at home.

'It's a three-month recovery, so six weeks of bed rest,

'really taking care of it, three months to let it properly heal,'

and then it should be fine - full recovery expected.

So a happy ending for Bevan,

though it could have turned out so differently.

We know it was the best outcome, now, but nobody knew that

at the beginning - it could have been anything.

There could have been internal bleeding.

They checked for all of that. There could have been

any sort of swelling that would have resulted in permanent damage.

And, um, you know...

You can't risk that when you've got an hour in an ambulance.

Yeah, five minutes in a helicopter saves lives, doesn't it?

It's been all go for the emergency services in rural Britain.

James's dizzy spell was because of low blood pressure.

The doctor visited the next day, and he's now feeling much better.

The case against the van driver was withdrawn when it got to court,

so it looks like he did have insurance after all.

After staying in hospital for almost a week, Bevan is now up and about,

but she won't be venturing up to the loft for a while.

And you thought it was quiet in the countryside.