Pebble Mill at One – Page 3 – What Was Pebble Mill?

Pebble Mill at One, Studio C

1980’s photo of the Pebble Mill at One studio, in the converted foyer of Pebble Mill. Note the Links cameras

The following comments were left on the Pebble Mill Facebook page:

Wendy Lewis Edwards: Four years on Pebble Mill at One then back years later for Good Morning with Anne and Nick. Remember Beryl Reid crawling on all fours across the floor between cameras to pull faces at Val Doonican singing away with his guitar. The viewing audience were completely unaware…

Julian Hitchcock: I hardly know where to begin. I first worked in the foyer in late 1978, worked on countless Saturday Night at the Mill programmes and hundreds of PM@1s.

Oddly, my last visit was as a guest on the Anne and Nick daytime show that took the same slot, in 1995, when I was escorted there and back in a limousine. On that occasion, I deliberately wore a checked jacket to pull the TM’s leg. (Sorry).

Eurwyn Jones: I remember working on Saturday Night at the Mill and Ginger Rogers arriving in a big car and walking in through the double doors.

The production team were Roy Ronnie, Roy Norton, Patricia Mifflin and Peter Wisdom.

David Crozier: I have many happy memories of being the designer on both Pebble Mill at One and Saturday Night at the Mill. I always loved the live TV atmosphere on both these shows. It was the Pebble Mill live TV experience which inspired my career change, a few years later, to becoming a TV director. I always enjoyed directing multi-camera live TV shows and the impression left by my time at Pebble Mill has never left me!

Carolyn Davies: Forgot how narrow it was! Amazingly well utilised space, remember it well for Daytime and Good Morning with Anne and Nick, bands, demos, cooking, how did we fit it all in!?!

Tim Dann: Great ‘daze!’…& who will forget Roy Norton in the Gallery; at the end of the show jumping up, knocking his chair over & screaming at ‘Presentation’…”Take me prez, take me, take me!!”….then as Susie says…Off to the ‘Strathallan’ for hospitality. Wonderful times.

Ruth Barretto: I used to work for john Grantham in Engineering (one of the loveliest boss) and I remember he had these huge rolled up artist impressions of the foyer area when it was in the planning stage. It was initially the reception area . He asked me if I wanted them . Being young I thought ‘why would I want them?’ Wish I had said yes now!!!

David Shute: I recall when the Wild Eyed Sidey was hot to go with this idea that the head of Engineering, a pleasant person, said it wouldn’t work ‘cos you can’t combine daylight & studio lighting. Phil gave him 30 mins back in his own office to come up with reasons WHY or come ready to discuss his early retirement. What a surprise, it all happened at speed !

Tribute to John Smith by John Williams

I look up to the sky and see the latest RAF jet fighter about to settle on my lawn.

I look down to the sea and find 50 fathoms below Her Majesty’s latest Nuclear Submarine.

I look to my left I see a class of 50 Chinese school children waving their hands welcoming the first BBC crew into China since the communist revolution and singing our national anthem.

I look to my right and see the vast white continent of Antarctica laid out before me. I hear a tremendous roar as an ice cliff the size of the white cliffs of Dover falls into the sea.

This was the domain of my friend and colleague John Smith some of which I was privileged to share. A maverick Producer/Director like no other straight from BBC’s Pebble Mill Birmingham network production factory.

Often, as his cameraman, I was able to put on film many of his ideas and one could guarantee working with John would not be the norm, best to expect the extreme knowing you will not be disappointed for It all came with the territory.

When John whispered me an idea, I found it wise to search behind the eyes to extract what this really meant. In reality this was to mean finding oneself in the most exciting of places and ultimately travelling the world.

He was one of the best fixers in the business who obviously had the ear of the military for we often used their hospitality to get from A to B.

Inevitably there was often a high degree of risk attached to his work demanding much from his crew but, with the tension also came the humour.

One such occasion was on the old HMS Ark Royal on her way from Malta to be decommissioned. John, of course, wanted to be as close as possible to the action meaning he and I spending the afternoon on her deck lying on our backs filming the last of her Phantom jets leaving the ship for home.

Exciting in itself especially when you are perched directly alongside the aircraft waiting for the pilots to wave and ignite their reheats for take off. The noise is deafening, I don’t think my ears have ever recovered. The evening didn’t help, with no aircraft to worry about wardroom revelries was to mean a very late night, I just wanted bed. An irate John called me at 2am to say the captain had sent his compliments but much as they appreciated his efforts one of my crew was on the bridge insisting he navigate the ship, would I remove him. To get to the bridge on an aircraft carrier was no easy task at the best of times, at 2am in the morning with a bad head it did not go down well but I obliged and, although reluctant, the culprit realised he had to go immediately. No one mentioned it again not even the captain!!

The “Heroes of Telemark” is a well-known true war story, John had us in Norway with 41 Marine commando putting his version on film. The result meant coping with the cold, learning to ski, how to dig and survive in a snow hole. Not good if you were claustrophobic and didn’t like being buried in snow with just a ski pole poked through the roof for air and a solitary lit candle to show there was air to breath. A fantastic story of man’s endurance and courage. I failed on the skiing.

Before we knew anything about illegal immigrants in this country John with his PA Jane Mclean took me to Hong Kong, then a British colony, to film a story of Chinese trying to escape their mainland to claim asylum and freedom on Hong Kong Island. They would use anything to cross the shark invested China sea, float on lilos, pay huge sums to smugglers using speed boats or the beautiful hand-built craft they had made themselves. We were to spend several days and nights hunting down these poor wretches some little more than children, some whole families. At sea at night once caught, they would be hauled on board tied up and made to lie down on the deck, a Naval Marine would throw a grenade into their boat making it disappear in a flash loud bang and hundreds of splinters left floating on the water.

By day our helicopter would look for abandoned lilos to find their occupants hiding in the marshes. Swooping down they would be picked up, frightened, freezing have their hands tied with plastic straps and thrown into the back before being taken to a waiting truck and returned over the border into China only 30 minutes away. None of this was for the faint hearted.

There was a bonus at the end of this story. As we prepared to return to the UK word got through the Chinese were letting a few tourists into their new development area Zhuhai through Macau just down the road and we might be able to go. Fixer Smith was on the case immediately sending his assistant Steve Weddle to see if it was on. The outcome three days filming courtesy of the Peoples Republic of China, wonderful hospitality a welcome chorus of God save the Queen sung in faltering English by a group of school children and a BBC scoop for Pebble Mill as the first crew into China after the revolution.

One day John came to say he wanted to go to the Falkland Islands, I thought just off the coast of Scotland? No, these are in the South Atlantic where the fuss is. We will stop off to shoot a story in Argentina visiting cattle ranch the size of Wales fly to the Falklands shoot several stories on the Islands before joining HMS Endurance on her way south to the Antarctic ice visiting British and American survey bases. To cap it all would be a film about Earnest Shackleton the explorer. This was to happen not long before the conflict and it was typical of John we would find ourselves in the forefront for warning our government the islanders were sure it was going to happen.

The result being when it did happen, we knew the places and personally many of the people directly involved. Rex Hunt, governor of the Islands, and his wife Mavis accompanied us on Endurance, the captured marines seen on everyone’s TVs face down in the mud were the same marines we had filmed only a few months earlier there to defend Government house.

HMS Invincible her Harriers fighters, their pilots and crews who fought so magnificently to protect the fleet, another scoop for John as we had filmed them joining the ship for the first time. Pebble Island with the wonderful hospitable farmsteads where we had stayed the night a scene of a major battle and many deaths.

It’s difficult to envisage the size of Argentina until you drive for hours on end and not see anything other than logging trucks. This is what it took including an unplanned overnight stay to get to the cattle ranch. It was only a brief stay but enough to see the Gauchos and how they rounded up the cattle, almost a Rodeo before going on to Buenos Aires to be flown to Stanley in the Falklands.

I suspect for John and I this trip to the ice, the Earnest Shackleton story, visiting the English and America Antarctic survey bases must have been the highlight of both our careers. All that is said about the place is there, especially from the air.

Nights came but it never got dark, evenings were spent in the wardroom telling tales or playing Cluedo according to Navy rules, rules which meant you could cheat as much as you like but not get caught. Hogmanay arrived whilst we were on board the Haggis duly piped in by our Scottish engineering officer in full gear delivered to the wardroom table. John and I survived, but only just. We took the ships whaler and rowed to the beach on Elephant Island where Shackleton eventually landed his crew.

Out of the silence came a tremendnous roar, I looked up to see an ice-shelf the size of the White Cliffs of Dover collapse into the sea, by the time I could get the camera up it had gone! Nobody said anything.

Getting back to the UK was not uneventful. The flight to Buenos Aires was to mean flying through a tremendous thunderstorm with forked lightning flashing all around us and the aircraft being tossed around like a rag doll only surviving thanks to the skill of the brilliant Argentinian pilot. John and I sat next to one another saying nothing both looking at the lady in the next seat mumbling into her rosary!

I am here to tell the tale but John has gone, my memories are his memories and these are just a few. They are of the man who gave me and my colleagues so much. Now my thoughts are with the family.

John Smith (producer and director) with John Williams (cameraman)

John Williams

Terry Dobson

Terry Dobson, who launched the Pebble Mill at One programme in 1972 and remained its editor until 1978, died on Saturday, 19th September in Devon. He was 87.

Terry joined Pebble Mill from BBC North East, and left Birmingham in 1978 to become Regional Television Manager at BBC South, Southampton.

In the mid 80’s he returned to Pebble Mill as Managing Editor, English regions.

(text from Jim Dumighan)

The photos feature Terry Dobson and the Pebble Mill at One production office, and date from the mid 1970s. They were taken by Ken Williams.

: Terry Dobson

: Sue Ashcroft

: Pebble Mill at One production office

: EMI camera

Pebble Mill at One, HMS Dreadnought – David Weir

Pebble Mill at One: HMS Dreadnought – 14/2/80 ………..
And…..cue the submarine”.

With those words [surely one of the best ever cues over talkback!] John Smith, the Director, began yet another “first” for the Pebble Mill @ One team with a live broadcast from a nuclear submarine, HMS Dreadnought, near Faslane off the west coast of Scotland on the 14th February, 1980. The submarine took it’s cue, broke through the surface of the choppy Firth of the Clyde and appeared in all it’s glory to the music of the opening title sequence. What happened next – I will never forget.

John Smith was an inspirational Producer/Director and not exactly known for taking “No” or “It can’t be done” for an answer. He was the driving force behind many of Pebble Mill’s ambitious live programmes – particularly those involving the military.

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Harrier landing 1982

Here is a photo from Keith Warrender of the landing of the Harrier in 1982, during an episode of Pebble Mill at One. It was one of director John Smith’s episodes. You’ll see the new club building visible on the right of the picture, which hadn’t been open long. Keith thinks he must have popped in to the Club for a lunchtime drink after taking this picture on an off-shift day from TAR (Technical Apparatus Room).