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Hello.

These days, I spend more and more time

in my Wiltshire home and the pub I own,

thinking about all the big problems in the world...

and some smaller ones that annoy me.

Luckily, there's a place I can go to solve them all,

or at least try.

My shed.

Right.

It's here that I have the tools...

Let's just saw some wood up.

...the tea... Mmm.

...and a couple of other highly competent blokes...

- Very good. - Brace yourself.

...who've agreed to help me rid the world of problems...

Is she getting a ticket out? ...great...

Dirty fly tippers....and small.

The cereal has gone soggy.

I'll also have to take on other people's problems...

What is wrong with Peter?

He used to make a sound, and now he doesn't.

...by which I mean the locals at my pub

who are always bringing me stuff to mend.

Is it a train set?

So, join us and our excitable crew...

...who will capture our endeavours...

That was epic.

...as we create... Oh!

...make... That feels like a terrible thing you've just done.

...repair... So it's never worked? Not in my lifetime.

...and repurpose...

Wow!

...in my Shed Load Of Ideas.

What do you think? This is just brilliant.

Ah, Wiltshire.

A peaceful haven in the West Country of England.

Do not be deceived.

This is a nerve centre with horses,

where I plan to solve the nation's biggest issues.

First on my list, something guaranteed to inflame

the indignant passions of Englishmen and women nationwide...

Well, that'll learn you. ...the yellow square of shame.

Oh, it's the worst feeling in the world.

This, viewers, is a parking ticket.

Last year alone, 14.5 million of these

were slapped on windscreens up and down the country.

That's two every second.

But some parking tickets are more frustrating than others,

as our sound man, Dan, has just experienced.

This is awful.

It's the sense that the system has beaten you,

the man has got you.

However, just out of interest, Dan, how long had you paid to park?

I paid to park for an hour. And when was that issued?

Five minutes after the time.

Ah! And there you go, you see. What a lot of people don't realise

is that there is a ten-minute grace period.

If you pay for parking of half an hour or more,

there is ten minutes beyond that in which a traffic warden

may not issue a ticket, at least not legally.

And a lot of people don't realise this, and more importantly,

a lot of traffic wardens don't realise this.

So, what we're going to do is devise a system

that warns traffic wardens of this piece of legislation,

and make sure they don't issue a parking ticket

when they are not permitted to.

The law is an ass.

Of the 93,000 people who challenged a parking ticket in 2023,

nearly half were successful and had their fine overturned.

But if thousands of tickets are incorrectly issued

each year by traffic wardens, something must be done.

And it's going to take three men to find the solution in a shed.

Bringing the brains...

That means the winner is Sim. Yay!

...my engineering pal of 20 years, Simmy.

We're gonna make it better, though.

Simmy can juggle anything I throw at him.

Almost.

And my other mate is a handyman who calls himself Tony the Tool.

That's a job for you, Tony. He's good with wood...

It's meant to be miles off, so you can chisel in.

...and game for just about anything.

Tell my children I love them.

As for me, I provide the shed

and the fantastic hair.

Gentlemen and crew, assemble.

We're all ready, as usual.

Yeah, sound's rolling.

Right, viewers, the fight back against traffic wardens

who don't understand the very legislation

they are there to enforce, nothing else...

...starts here. And it's gonna involve a bit of woodwork

and it's going to involve some electronics and a timer,

and a sensor, and one of these,

a megaphone.

Sounds quite loud. That is quite loud.

We have in mind a rooftop traffic warden warning system for my car,

where a sign pops up...

That's a series 1 Panda you've drawn, mine's a series 3.

...and the legislation is read aloud

if the sensor detects a ticket issued

within the ten-minute grace period.

Right, the exact wording is quite tedious.

But, given that it's a law,

it probably needs to be displayed in full.

So, I think we might as well make it almost as big as the roof of the car.

And then it will go...

And then this will go...

"I say, traffic warden,

full details of the law are displayed in front of you

on the sign that just popped up.

Now off until ten minutes are up."

- Something like that. - Yeah.

Right, I will read it to you,

but you can see just how verbose it is.

"The Secretary of State in exercise of the powers

conferred by section 72...

... 73(3) and 89,

a division which was called A but is now called 1.

No penalty charge is payable for the contravention

where the vehicle has been left beyond the permitted parking period

for a period not exceeding ten minutes."

There it is, that's the law. And it's signed by Eric Pickles.

I met Eric Pickles once, he was tremendous.

Born 20th of April 1952,

parents Constance Joyce Pickles and Jack Branston Pickles.

Branston Pickles? It's not, that's a joke.

No, I made that up, Lottie.

Right, shall we do some woodwork? Let's go to the chop saw.

While Sim engineers a sensor to detect a parking ticket

and a timer to set the grace period,

Tony and I tackle the frame.

Hands clear. Contact.

For our plan to work, we need a sign that pops up

only when a ticket is detected within that magic ten minutes...

But let's get it to length first.

...and is big enough to display the letter of the law

to the letter.

Are you thinking of just screwing that together?

For time, yes.

Looks pretty good, actually.

So, that's the basic frame built.

Next, we need to give our legalese some lift.

So, you're gonna hinge it here, so when it's released...

So, it pivots from there.

How do we wind it?

I don't know.

While super-brain Simmy scratches his head...

I take the opportunity to enjoy a nice, relaxing cup of tea

under my favourite tree.

When I eventually return to the shed,

Simmy has made what looks like a sort of cat's cradle for blokes.

Now I need to tie those, and that's gotta go through there.

And then... And then we tie that.

However, they will need to be the same length.

Simmy has decided to use something designed for torsion weapons

before springs were invented.

Also known as... Tourniquet.

Oh, it's a tourniquet, is it? A tourniquet.

But it has to be a precise length,

which requires tying a precise knot in a precise place.

Were you in the Scouts, anyone?

- I wasn't. - I wasn't.

- No Scouts? - No.

You'll have heard of the tourniquet you might tie if, for example,

you've cut off your own leg and are bleeding to death.

You pull that all the way through there.

This tourniquet is how medieval Boy Scouts used to fire projectiles.

A huge amount of string. Before giant springs were invented,

trebuchets and crossbows used tightly twisted rope,

which stores up energy.

When released, it's powerful enough

to launch whatever you want at whoever you don't like.

So, we've both got a free end.

So, we could tie that through there, and then tie it in the middle.

So, the string, being in a continuous loop when twisted,

string becomes spring.

We hope that the power stored in this tourniquet,

once we wind it up, will be enough to lift our giant sign.

That's a terrible knot, Simmy.

Yeah, I know it is, it's just a knot.

As they say in the navy, "If you can't tie a knot, tie a lot."

Simmy, do you think this will work?

Possibly.

Possibly. Possibly, but if it doesn't work,

we're back to square one.

- It's definitely working. - Well... It's medieval science.

It is, but there's a lot of tension going on around here.

It'll be fine. And it could just all implode.

But I think we should wind it up, and we will see.

Okay, well, why don't you two wind it up?

Simmy and Tony, using their immense strength,

have wound this about as tightly as they can.

Just a few final tweaks with our 14th-century angle grinder...

...and Simmy's antediluvian hammer.

Okay, stand back, everybody, because I'm going to release

the vertical component of the sign lifter.

- Are you ready? - No.

Everybody ready on cameras?

In three, two, one.

Welcome back to Wiltshire,

and the war against erroneous parking tickets.

We have built a rooftop frame for my car,

onto which we'll fix a giant printout of the legislation.

Now we're about to test the tourniquet that lifts it up...

once the camera crew have sorted themselves out.

Is everyone happy? Okay, so we need a build-up to this.

And action.

Simmy, do you think this will work?

Possibly.

By releasing the tightly wound ropes,

we hope the stored energy will be enough to raise the sign.

Everybody ready on cameras?

In three, two, one.

Huzzah! As they say in medieval times.

Are you happy? Yes, I like the elegance of it.

And it's historical as well, it has historical context.

So, with some wood and some string,

the materials that were used by our forebears,

by our great-great-great-great- great-great-great grandfathers,

plus an impact driver and an angle grinder,

we are ready to end that dark period in history

that has come to be known as the erroneous parking ticket

issued during the ten-minute grace period,

in accordance with subsection B

of the Road Traffic Act Amendment of 2015.

Excellent work, men. Very good, let's finish it off.

While Tony finishes the frame and installs the sign...

...I'm off for a moment of quiet reflection.

I'm very fortunate to call Wiltshire my home.

I'm even more fortunate to have my own pub. Morning!

But it's not all IPA and me time.

Sometimes, such as today, I come to the pub

to have a quiet pint and contemplate my good luck in life.

And somebody will come up to me with some...

knackered priceless sentimental family heirloom

and say, "Ooh, James, could you just mend this?"

Yes, the downside of the locals knowing

you have a pub and a penchant for tinkering

is they also know where to ambush you.

And sure enough, no sooner had Sim joined me in the garden

than local Roger turns up with his grandfather's clockwork boat.

I first saw it when I was about six, seven years old.

My grandfather said, "I've got this for you.

When I get it working, you shall have it."

17 years later, when he died and I was clearing out his cupboard,

I found that in the back of the drawer.

So, it's never worked? Not in my lifetime.

Have you had it in water? I've put it in the water

and pushed it, but never... Right, okay.

Oh, we need to get that open and have a look.

Shall I... Well, as it happens, my toolkit is always to hand.

What about my long carburettor screwdriver, which gives you good leverage?

Look at that, that is a nice screwdriver.

That is a nice screwdriver.

So, have you ever taken it apart? No, no.

My grandfather was something of a perfectionist.

And I felt, if I messed it up,

it'll be on my head, and I shall regret it.

I can see it's clockwork, I can see the square shaft

that the key goes in, but you don't have the key

and never had the key? Never had the key.

So, this has never worked - in your lifetime, Roger? - No.

Do you mind if I ask how old you are now?78.

So, this is coming off for the first time in at least 72 years.

- Ooh. - Oh, look at that.

Can you see this, film crew? That is a...

So the Germans were exceptionally good at...

This is a wooden boat, but they were good at tin toys,

clockwork, and so on, in the 1920s and '30s.

In fact, they were probably the world leaders at that sort of thing.

So, I'm expecting something... quite exquisite.

Yeah, the spring looks to be intact.

I think you've probably bashed that prop

a few times, haven't you, Roger? Because it looks...

So, I think all we really need to do with that, Simmy,

is take the motor out, possibly strip it,

clean it, lube it,

straighten the prop a bit, do a little bit of reshaping on this,

but without altering the patterner.

Put it back together and there's your boat, sir.

What are you going to do with it?

Find a pond, and take my grandchildren along

as a memento of their great-great grandfather.

Great... Yes, great-great grandfather.

Reluctantly, Simmy and I leave our pints

and head back to the shed...

...to see if we can bring Roger's grandfather's boat back to life.

So, viewers, we're going to make a key

but we do know it works, because we wound it

with a pair of slip pilers.

Other problems are, the rudder is not properly attached,

the propellor is misshapen. But most importantly,

we need to take the motor out and give it a jolly good clean.

And that's why...

Ha-ha! Our new favourite thing.

First, we need to remove that exquisite clockwork motor.

Ooh, that is turning,

for the first time - since it went in there. - Yeah.

Right, don't let me let go of it, otherwise...

Keep your fingers out, right?

Whoa, look at that.

Good, isn't it? There's not much wrong with that, to be honest.

This is my ultrasonic cleaner.

It's full of a cleansing fluid, and, in essence,

it explodes a load of bubbles on the surface of things,

and that knocks the dirt off.

It's going in.

Let's see what that does.

While the ultrasonic cleaner cleans ultrasonically...

♪ It's a little bit stiff ♪

...we try and straighten the rudder.

Not bad. Right, the ultrasonic cleaner's finished.

Ooh, that's clean.

That's much better. Ten minutes to dry it off.

Right, whilst that's happening...

Ooh, that did something.

"That'll do," comes the cry of the perfectionist down the ages.

Time to refit the spotless motor.

- There you go. - Right, you need these to come to you.

No, there's the hole there. - You see that one? - Yeah.

There you are, it's in.

The boat is back together and greatly improved.

The brake now works, the rudder is now straight

and it is settable... That's marvellous.

...which is really nice, that hasn't been like that for a very long time.

And then, it's... Well, - we've gotta make a key. - Yeah.

But then she's ready for sea trials.

Which will be a pond. Or a bath.

To make the key for Roger's grandfather's clockwork boat,

we need the lathe.

- Say when. -And action.

I start by facing off the brass rod.

Then drilling a hole in the centre to the required depth.

So, that's one, two, three. So, we want seven-eights, don't we?

So, what I've done there, viewers, is lathe work, page one.

I've faced off a piece of brass, drilled a hole through it,

parted it off, and faced off the other end.

That's the simplest thing you can do on a lathe, isn't it?

There is a round hole going through a piece of brass.

But Simmy is now going to turn that into a square hole

using the skill of the craftsperson.

Whilst you work on that,

I'm going to open my special broad-necked flask,

which has a folding spoon. Very good.

I'm not going to show you what's in here, 'cause it's a secret.

- My favourite. - Yes.

- Back in a minute. - Very good.

Whilst I tuck into my secret lunch,

Simmy files the round hole so it can fit a square peg.

- James? - Yeah? I think I've done your key.

- That was quick. - Well, I could have been quicker, but...

- All right? - That's beautiful, man. Actually, what'd be quite nice

is to just put a knurled knob on the top.

Ooh. Because then it's very individual.

- It's very personalised. - It is. I can do you a knurled knob.

To successfully knurl a knob, I need a special knurling tool.

Knurling is a crosshatched pattern

that makes things grippy. There you go.

Yes, that is knurling.

Okay, I'm going to go for it.

That's quite nice, isn't it?

Next, I drill a hole in the centre

to accept the bit we've already made.

- Job well done. - All that's left to do

is solder the two pieces together.

Here we go, here we go. Keep going, keep going, keep going.

- Got it. - Has it gone?

Yeah.

Beautiful.

Ah!

That is still actually quite warm

when you've been holding it for several seconds.

- Even hot. - Yeah, that bit's - probably a little hotter. - Yeah.

So, I'll say quickly, I think we've achieved greatness,

and that looks fabulous, and I hope Roger appreciates it.

Now, if there's one thing I love more than my lathe, it's pubs.

I love them so much, I bought one.

Pubs are a very tough business,

that's why so many are closing.

So, those of us with successful, surviving pubs

have to think constantly about how to keep costs down

without compromising quality.

Today, I'm concerned with the cost of producing chips,

a staple of pubs everywhere,

but with the potential to ruin the whole business.

This is Mark, one of the chefs at The Royal Oak, Swallowcliffe,

just off the A30 between Shaftesbury and Salisbury.

And he makes chips, he doesn't only make chips,

he makes all sorts of delicious things.

But he does spend a lot of his time making the chips.

How many potatoes do you think you turn into chips in a week?

We do about five or six bags, there's about 140 potatoes in a bag.

So, it's thousands of potatoes that's turned into chips every week?

- By hand. - Wow.

Anyway, the pub would like me to buy them a chip-making machine,

which, I think, costs about 450 quid, isn't it?

- That'd be great. - Yeah.

But what if there's another way?

What if there is a money-saving, engineering-based solution?

Sim and Tony think they may have one.

Leaves frame in a tantalising way.

I wonder what they're cooking up.

And will their idea be as good as mine?

It's a bit of overkill for a potato, isn't it?

The British pub teeters on the verge of extinction,

all because of chips.

It's either hours of cutting them by hand,

or a prohibitively expensive chip-making machine.

We are trying to save time and cut costs whilst chopping chips.

So, Simmy and Tony think the answer is a tennis bat.

This is a perfectly standard one.

It's not been replaced with cheese wire or anything,

it's just normal nylon strings.

And the idea is that you hit the potato,

and the potato comes out of the other side as chips.

- How shall we try it? - Underarm serve. Can we just question...

You're just thinking this is gonna work?

Of course it'll work. That's the most ridiculous thing.

Well, I don't... You've got a rock-hard potato

and quite a soft-string tennis racquet.

The crew are very cynical about the tennis racquet method.

I don't see why it wouldn't work.

I mean, it's no more remarkable than cutting up a big piece of cheese

in a supermarket with...

I know that's a wire and these are nylon, but they're very taut.

You need to hit that with some gusto, though.

- I will serve it to you here. - Right.

And if you hit it with a forearm smash... Okay.

- - Ooh! - Hey. - Yes!

- Look. - That's a perfect chip.

That's a chip, and that's a chip.

That one, look at that. Look at those chips.

They're chips.

To whom shall I show these?

Right, our work here is done.

Can I just say that if I showed you those in the kitchen

of my house, you'd say, "Oh, James has made some chips."

No doubt about it whatsoever, those are chips.

And everybody on this crew said, "Eh, a tennis racquet won't work."

Well, it does.

They've got grass in them, I accept that. But nevertheless...

Collection of the chips is a bit of an issue.

If I go in and say, "I'd like steak and chips, please,"

somebody has to go and walk around a field

for half an hour, picking chips up.

Is there a way of making this more contained?

- More repeatable? - Hmm.

Can we attach something on the back of the tennis racquet to catch them?

It'd slow the tennis racquet down because of drag, unless it was a net.

But is there a way of fixing the tennis racquet

and throwing the potatoes at it? - - Yeah. - Yeah, we could do that. - Easy.

And then put a bucket behind them, - you get a bucket of chips. - Yeah.

After a brief interlude to gather some more equipment...

...we return with our potato chipper version 2.0.

Which is a mounted tennis bat and a cannon.

All we need now is a method behind here

for collecting the chips as they fly through.

So you just go bang, bang, bang. Walk back to the pub

with a massive tub of chips. Easy.

That can simply sit there and catch all the chips.

Ooh. For maximised ballistic effect,

we've cut the potatoes to the same size

as the bore of the cannon.

Clever.

Cue the inevitable lecture in health and safety.

It's a very high-speed cannon,

and a very heavy potato.

The crew of HMS Victory didn't wear safety goggles.

Nelson would be alive and well today if he had.

Well, he did lose an eye, didn't he?

The power behind our supersized spud gun

is Simmy's air compressor, also useful for inflating beach toys.

Simmy is loading,

Tony is firing, I'm aiming.

- Glasses on. - Glasses on.

- That's four bar. - Well tapped, Tony.

- - Ready? - Yeah. - Fire in the hole.

Oh-ho-ho!

- Those are chips. - Chips, man.

Loads of chips.

That works, that is the beginnings of a big bucket of chips.

All we need now is a few more potatoes... That's a potato.

...and our slow-mo camera.

I think you just killed the GoPro.

If the word gets out that The Royal Oak

is producing chips in a novel way,

it will become even more busy and popular than it already is.

And I don't think that's very efficient.

But I suddenly remembered. If you two wait there.

What's that?

What the...

My high-power answer to chipping potatoes

is a rather lovely burnt-orange, two-tonne,

55-horsepower diesel woodchipper...

...capable of chipping eight-inch logs...

It's a bit of overkill for a potato, isn't it?

...and therefore a King Edward.

What do you think?

It has the word "chip" in its name. Will it fit in the kitchen?

No. But it will fit in the garden or the car park.

And this will make chips on an industrial scale.

So, that goes roughly... there.

- Ready? - Ready. Feed in the potatoes.

Move the bucket.

Hey?

Well... - Hmm. - I'm not quite sure what you'd call those.

That looks like when you make a potato what's-it.

- Rosti. - Thank you. That'd make a fantastic rosti, that.

This is field-to-fork, that is quite literally off the field there.

I can pretty much guarantee that when we take those into the kitchen

and give them to Mark, he's going to have a small tantrum.

So, will Mark agree that we've come up with a fantastic alternative

to the £450 chip-making machine?

They look like you've kicked them around the car park.

We did, in a way, or around a field.

These are my chips, those are pure tennis racquet chips.

These are Simmy's chips,

which are tennis racquet and air cannon.

And these are Tony's chips and potato mush.

Erm, keep the grass, everything. - Use as garnish. - Eau naturelle.

I don't know what to say.

My daughter did something like this when she was about two.

While Mark prepares our new low-cost, no-chop chips...

...we reward our efforts with a nice, refreshing pint...

of lemonade.

I used to play this with my brother, when I was, I don't know,

eight or nine, and he was six or seven.

This is just plain lemonade.

And the game is to see who can put their tongue in it for the longest.

Sure.

Does it... No, because... Is this what you used to play?

Yeah, maybe you were more sensitive as a child,

but after about 15 or 20 seconds,

it starts to hurt, believe it or not.

- Right, are you ready? - Yeah.

In three, two, one, go.

You might be forgiven for thinking this is just three grown men

with their tongue stuck in pints of lemonade.

We're actually testing our endurance to carbonic acid,

which is what gives the lemonade its fizz.

Ah. I don't like it.

It hurts, doesn't it?

Oh, we have a winner.

- Whoo! - Tony!

That was so good.

Isn't that weird, why does it hurt your tongue?

I don't know. And how did we discover that?

So, Tony's best at sticking his tongue in lemonade.

But now, back to chips.

Have we saved Chef Mark time and The Royal Oak money?

That's Sim's. - Nice, thank you. - With grass.

They look ace.

Oh, they're good.

- These are nice, fluffy. - Great.

Good news and bad news, viewers. The good news is...

My chips are as cheap as chips.

The bad news, however...

Has a slight tennisy quality to it.

I don't like the grass.

I think I've got to buy the chip-making machine, if I'm really honest.

You've wolfed that, Tony. The chips were beautiful.

So, £450 lighter, but with a happy chef,

it's time to return to the bane of all our lives.

We've built a pop-up frame for my car

to remind ticket-happy traffic wardens of the law.

Huzzah! As they say in medieval times.

Next, the tech that triggers the warning device.

Simmy has devised a system using two timers.

The switch from the one-hour timer could effectively be

a solenoid to trigger - the second timer. - Yes.

An electromagnet...

Yes. I like an electromagnet.

...and something called a PIR sensor.

Passive Infrared. The sort of thing

that controls your security light when somebody walks past.

Time to fit the rig onto my Panda.

If the PIR sensor detects unauthorised movement

on the windscreen within the ten-minute grace period...

...my rooftop contraption will unleash legislative hell.

Right. I now have to record the words.

I think I might only have one shot at this.

Here we go, is everybody ready?

Now hear this, traffic warden, Road Traffic England,

the Civil Enforcement of Parking Contraventions

England General Amendment Regulations 2015...

And in the time it takes for me to read the legislation in full,

that's five more parking tickets that we could have saved.

And that is because...

No penalty charge is payable for the contravention

where the vehicle has been left beyond the permitted parking period

for a period not exceeding ten minutes. Got it?

That's from Eric Pickles, Secretary of State,

Department of Communities and Local Government.

Good. Right, let's go.

Simmy, Tony. Come on, we're going shopping.

- We're going up to town. - Ooh.

You can have an ice cream if you want.

Road trip.

Are we there yet? Nearly.

So, how will the unsuspecting locals react

when our parking-legislation-loaded Panda rolls into town?

For legislation lovers everywhere, the big day has arrived.

Exciting. - It is quite exciting. - Yeah.

We're off to my local town, Tisbury,

where we will road-test our traffic warden warning device.

Normally, you go to town in the car and you think,

"I hope I don't get a parking ticket."

But we hope we do get a parking ticket.

Or at least a parking ticket in the ten minutes

between the expiration of the allotted parking time

and the ten-minute window that's been inserted into the regulations,

in April 2015, by Judge Eric Pickles.

- - Space. - Nice. - Oh, perfect.

There.

That's a terrible bit of parking. Awful bit of parking, James.

Yeah, I cocked that up, didn't I? Trying to be clever.

Right, a quick reminder of how this works.

Obviously, this is a prototype. If it's ever included

as an option on new cars, it'll be quite a bit more refined.

But, essentially, there are two timers in this unit here.

And the display comes up here with the time elapsed.

I'm gonna set this for one hour,

because that's how much parking I'm about to pay for.

At the end of an hour, it switches over to this circuit,

which displays a countdown of ten minutes on there.

During that ten-minute period, the PIR sensor is active.

And if anybody tries to put a ticket on the car,

the message would crop up, my voice will come out of the megaphone,

warning them that they're actually on the wrong side of the law.

So, I'm just gonna finish paying for the parking

for one hour.

And started, and turn the system on.

And we're off to the hardware shop.

My Panda is a ticking timebomb

of electromagnets, tourniquets, and the law,

just waiting for a ticket-happy traffic warden,

or a member of the production team in a high-vis.

But, in the meantime... This is Coffee Angels,

where you get an excellent bacon and egg roll.

The Chinese is good, if you're in on your own

watching Where Eagles Dare. Hardware's on the right.

Ooh, look. The thermos with the little spoon in.

Got screwdrivers. Everything you could possibly want.

It turns out, time flies when you're three blokes looking at tools.

You don't need a tape measure. No, I like tape measures.

When the pub's shut, they're clearing out...

With just five minutes until the Panda is armed...

...it's time to take our positions.

Right, let's have a nice, refreshing cup of tea

and observe our car.

With our traffic warden/team member lurking,

the time is upon us to see if our prototype warning system works.

Is she getting a ticket out? Ticket.

- - Ooh-hoo-hoo! - No way. - Wait for it.

- No. - Yes.

- That's so good! - It's like the sails of the Cutty Sark.

Now hear this, traffic warden. Road Traffic England,

the Civil Enforcement of Parking Contraventions

England General Amendment Regulations 2015...

The regulations in full.

...these regulations may be cited for civil enforcement

of Parking Contraventions England...

That's never happened before, has it?

A great big sign that's erected itself on the top of a car.

That looks fantastic.

The locals are out in their tens

to see Tisbury assume its rightful place in the annals of history,

thanks to the launch of our traffic warden warning device.

It's quite elaborate. But... But it worked.

No penalty charge is payable

for the contravention where the vehicle has been left

beyond the permitted parking period

for a period not exceeding ten minutes.

Got it? That's from Eric Pickles, Secretary of State...

Yes....Department of Communities and Local Government.

Yes.

That's so good, that is so good.

That is a victory for common sense, it's a victory for the motorist,

it's a victory for the rule of law,

and it's a victory for our hero, Eric Pickles.

Thank you, Sir.

We've still got to move in the next six-and-a-half minutes.

So, we've seen off one ticket-happy traffic warden.

Now I've got to see a man about a boat.

You see, there's only one thing better

than mending something like a broken clockwork toy,

and that's reuniting it with its owner,

like Roger here. - Hello. - Good afternoon, sir.

- How are you? - I'm fine, thank you.

Good to see you again. Nice to see you.

- Here is your boat. - Wow.

Would you like us to tell you what we've done?

I'd love to know what you've done.

Removed, ultrasonically-cleaned,

serviced, and relubricated the engine.

Reshaped the prop. - That looks a lot better. - Yes.

Reattached the rudder - to a reshaped tiller. - A-ha.

Which now locks into position... Wow.

...on that bar, which it didn't do previously.

And you've never had a key for it?

I'm afraid I don't have a key, no.

Well... you have now.

Fantastic.

But is Roger's grandfather's toy boat

shipshape and pond-worthy? What we thought we could do,

since you've never been able to do this,

is you can wind it, set the rudder,

Simmy will row out in the little boat to the middle of the lake.

You can send it to him, and then he can rewind it

and send it back, so that it emerges

as if from your incomplete childhood,

crewed by the spirits of your forebears.

Only 72 years after it was given to me, that is fantastic.

This boat is overdue, but it is coming.

Okay, Simmy, off you go in the boat.

Go for the boat. You wind her up, sir.

It's quite a big spring, - it turns out. - Hmm.

So, if you place it in the water and simply push that...

Push that across....and release, and don't fall in the lake.

Aim it at the boat.

Wow.

Yes! Fantastic.

That's absolutely fantastic.

Oh, I think it's got weed on the propellor.

Do you believe that?

That was so fantastic for a few seconds.

It was... It had... I'm sorry.

It was obviously doing what it was intended to do.

That's further than it's ever been before.

In my... Since I've owned it.

- De-weed. Oh, God. - Oh.

Right, Simmy will now send it back. It has to avoid the weeds,

the duck, the swan, and the weight of history.

Simmy, let her go.

There we go. Slight right rudder, but...

That's fantastic. ...it's incredible.

- Oh, look. - Here she comes.

That lake is a whole ocean to that little toy boat.

That's its longest voyage so far. Yes.

I hope your grandfather is suitably pleased.

I'm sure he'll be spinning in his grave

to know that, finally, it's got on the water and works.

That's just incredible, absolutely marvellous.

I'm... I'm feeling slightly moved.

- Your boat, sir. - Thank you so much.

I'm absolutely thrilled, delighted.

And I think my grandchildren are going to enjoy this very much.

Excellent. Well, thank you very much

for giving us the opportunity to mend it.

So, that's a win for my pub-based community-mending programme,

and one jolly Roger.

Sim? Are you gonna come back,

or are you just gonna row around all day?

Might just row around all day. It's quite nice.

Do you want a pork pie? I've got one for you.

Love a pork pie.

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