The sun
shines gloriously in a clear blue sky, at least that's some
consolation for having to get up so early. The winding
lanes of Wiltshire rise and fall before us. The Renault
rounds another bend and we've arrived at Aldbourne. We park
the car in front of the village pond. While Roger unloads
his cameras I take a look round.
Suddenly, a van sweeps
into view, skidding noisily on the loose gravel. On its
side, in large gold letters, we read BBC. The driver
directs us up another narrow street which opens out onto a
pretty village green. Still nothing out of the ordinary,
just four men in conversation beneath the tower of the
village church.
"Excuse me,
is one of you gentlemen Pete
Grimwade?" I ask. They all shake their heads.
"He's
probably up there," I'm told. Next to a village school we
find what we're looking for; a coach, three pantechnicons
and numerous bottle-green Land Rovers and an absolute melee
of actors, extras, and technicians.
I find Pete Grimwade
and introduce myself.
"Can
I see you later?" he called,
at the same time supervising the removal of some large
bundles of twigs and a maypole from the props wagon.
One
of the supporting cast, Damaris Hayman, is having her
make-up done. A group of Morris dancers jingle their way
through the general hub-bub. Soldiers with UNIT on their
shoulder flashes loll around.
"Good morning, everyone,"
says a cultured voice, and behind me, resplendent in
crimson velvet jacket with a purple and black cloak, is Dr.
Who, or, to be more precise, Jon Pertwee. We just have time
to swap a few words before the make-up girl grabs his arm
and leads him away. Still there's plenty of people to talk
to now. A pretty girl in a tan trouser suit I recognise
immediately as the Doctor's able assisstant Jo (actress
Katy Manning). A man with a briefcase walks by, strangely
familiar, but with something missing. Of course--it's the
Brigadier (Nicholas Courtney) minus his moustache. Then,
making an entrance that any of the cast could have been
proud of, comes 'Betsy', gleaming yellow in the morning
sun.
By ten the day's shooting has begun. It starts
amongst the gravestones of the churchyard and progresses to
the village green. Pieced together like a jigsaw puzzle,
sometimes the shot may take only seconds, sometimes
minutes. To the bystander, it all hardly makes sense as a
story, but at the end of the day, which will end at about
seven or eight, several cans of film will be ready for the
editor to decipher in the cutting room.
Equally puzzling
was the use of two giant arc lamps (looking a bit like
monsters themselves) shining behind the camera crew. I
asked the lighting cameraman and he explained that the
light was so strong it was causing heavy shadows across the
faces of the cast.
The three short breaks from the
shooting were spent around the catering van. Star,
technician or extra, no-one gets special treatment; it's
first come, first served.
"In the acting profession, you
learn to be a team man," explained Jon Pertwee.
The background color matches the color of the paper of the first page of the original article. For those of you intereted, a pantechnicon is a really large van which the BBC used to house all the equipment necessary to shoot on location. (Thanks to the person on Drwho-L who wishes to remain anonymous for this information.)
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