My EMS adventures in Newcastle upon Tyne had come to an end and I had but one full day left in England. Swalwell Station Manager Peter Mudie has arranged for me and Mark to take a bit of a tour of the capabilities of the Tyne and Wear Fire and Rescue Service, so we’re up early and he’s taken us for a road safety class.
Not for me, thank goodness, but for a group of young drivers to impress upon them the importance of not drinking and driving.
Many of us have been to these presentations before. A middle aged expert prepares what to them appears to be a hip multi-media presentation and the attendees seem less than interested. I was the same way at 16, we all were.
Enter the Happy Medic and UKMedic999 and the class is now wondering what just happened.
The presentation was actually one of the best I’ve seen including some racy videos that in the end have a message about driving safely. The kids were really paying attention then. Mark and I had a chance to impress upon the gathered youth the importance of seat belts and driving safely. I think my “accent” kept their attention more than my content.
Even the locals were cold. Mrs HM knit me two hats, so I shared.
Then it was off to the yard behind the station for an extrication drill to show the new drivers what happens when cars collide.
Set up down the hill were two cars and two students were chosen to be the victims.
To say it was “balls cold”, as one student put it, would be an understatement. I’m a 6th generation Californian, 50 is cold for me. This yard was cold. Wind blowing, snow falling and me with no gloves.
The kids watched as their friends shivered in the cold while the fire appliances pulled up and began their task. I mentioned in passing to the instructor that I would have let the kids go back inside and he suddenly had a point to make to the youth suddenly more interested in each other than the hydraulic tools freeing their friends.
“AYE!” He shouted to the huddled, hooded forms, “You’re here wearing your coats and gloves, hats and whatnot, but what if you were heading back from your mate’s place and were wearing only a shirt and crashed?” He was moving around in front of them, almost pacing like a drill sergeant, “Laying in the snow, cold, tired and hurt? You wouldn’t last very long would you?”
He had their attention the rest of the morning.
The extrication was straight forward with the only difference being the use of the smaller ladders to brace the car on it’s side.
After a lunch cooked by the station’s french chef (Yes, the chef is not a firefighter) it was off to Tyne and Wear Fire Headquarters.
What an impressive building and training ground they have!
A grand foyer greets the visitor and many small groups of men are sitting in plain clothes discussing this and that. One of them, the only one wearing a shirt and tie sees my SFFD Firefighter/Paramedic jacket and does a double take.
As I surveyed the enormous complex I would assume candidates are intimidated when they enter to get their employment packets. Peter led Mark and I on a brief tour of the lower level and the man in the tie wandered over and said hello. Just a casual greeting, he seemed like a regular guy in a sea of white embroidered uniforms and street clothes.
Chief Bathgate, Yours Truly, Peter Mudie
The man in the tie wandering the lobby is none other than Iain Bathgate – Chief Fire Officer for Tyne and Wear.
blink. blink.
He offered a hand and I shook it. There I was in my uniform shirt, but buried under a sweatshirt and a jacket. Had I known I was going to meet the Chief I would have at least donned my cap and tie to show respect.
Turns out he was more interested in the back of my jacket than what wasn’t around my neck.
“You do both then?” he asked me.
“Not often at once, but yes, I am proficient in both skills” I replied, wondering if I should go into further explanation. As we spoke the other men were taking interest in the fellow with two titles on his jacket their Chief was talking to. He immediately suggested a tour of the training grounds, something his face glowed about, he was proud of it.
Through the main lobby and out another set of large glass doors was their training facility, easily 5 acres and including a wide variety of props.
There was a standard training tower that, since once at the top one could peer over to the automobile manufacturer test track next door, was rotated and modified to keep wandering eyes away.
Next to that was a high voltage power line tower prop for high angle rope drills. Under construction nearby was a large two story collapse house that can be dropped and rebuilt quickly to simulate rescues.
A number of burn buildings stood ready for recruits and in service crews alike, one of which was in service when we visited.
But the piece of equipment that caught my eye as special was their train rig. Over behind the airplane prop and the piles of wood was a full size train car half in a man made tunnel. 
I wish we had one.
Half way through my tour, Mr Bathgate dismissed himself and went back to running what appeared to be a well funded and well respected organization.
Mark, Peter and I finished the tour and the Department had a photographer come down and snap a few pictures of us in front of some of the appliances. then a few minutes later she rushed out with a stack of nice photos for me and Mark to remember our visit.
The only comments Mr Bathgate made regarding the wording on my jacket was, “Oh, we’ll not be doing that here” which is something I’m not unused to hearing from the Big Red Machine.
Same System, Different Country.
I’ve got a few more posts worth of observations and anecdotes that I’ll be saving until after the Chronicles of EMS premiere on February 12th.
Thanks to the Chronicles of EMS, both Mark Glencorse and I will be attending the JEMS EMS Today Conference in Baltimore, Maryland, March 5th and 6th.
As with many of our other adventures this day, Mark in the car had folks wondering where the emergency was. No one thought he was the Police coming to get him…until they saw me in my navy blue. When Mark ordered my meal and the fellows standing nearby read the back of my jacket, which said “Firefighter/Paramedic SFFD” they were curious to ask all the questions we’ve been asking each other for months.
Then I got to do what my Grandmother never did, stand on Hadrian’s Wall, where her hero Arthur may once have stood. There was a connection with that place I can’t really describe. I have the book she was reading when she died, Stories of King Arthur, a book she received as a child from her grandmother and I display it proudly in my living room, bookmark still in place and soon a photo of this part of the wall will accompany it.
Upstairs in the control center I had a chance to peek at the emergency response plan and these guys have it all figured out. I learned later that a number of previous events led to a mandate that each stadium have an action plan and the resources in place to react to those emergencies. We also talked about rotating the teams if more than 1 fly team was mobilized, the extent of the St John involvement, their ability to staff a team and a number of other things most laymen would have fallen asleep thinking about.
As I mentioned earlier, we should have cut the evening short at the bridge. The jet lag, the drink, Mark’s dancing, a long day and an early alarm clock would spell disaster early the next morning for our last day on the car.
The ambulances currently used by the NEAS are inefficient when it comes to treating a patient enroute or dealing with more than 1 patient. I use the term carefully since when a rider is placed in Mark’s ambulance and a patient is in the cot, half of his kit is inaccessible. The large gurneys load into the open space in the rear of the ambulance and latch into a sliding platform that can move the gurney from the wall to the center of the floor for the simple reason of accessing the patient’s left side. This removes space for a bench seat and moves the patient a good deal away from a practitioner in the back. I had difficulty imagining Mark working a proper patient, rolling blues to the hospital and being able to access anything quickly and safely. This photo is from Swalwell Vehicle 214, which we worked on later in the week, but show the head of the cot and the fold down seat for a family member or rider. the cabinets slide out of the wall so when they are closed they are secure and not accessible. More on that when I discuss working in these Vehicles.
an one patient opened my eyes to the benefit of multiple hands on the scene. We arrived soon after the police and began assessment. An ambulance had already been dispatched and when they arrived I had my first glance into one. Whoa.
When responding with Mark and his colleagues in and around Newcastle I noticed the seamless integration of their dispatch and GPS systems. From the person answering the phone, to the allocator, to the crew in the car or vehicle, everyone can pull up the location of the vehicles responding.
There are many things I wanted Mark to see while visiting the SFFD EMS system. Not once during his trip did he experience the mad shuffle that is our resource allocation when we drop to level zero. What he did get to see was the rampant abuses in the SF 911 system and the paramedics helpless to do anything about it.
One of the things that drives me nuts is the public constantly thinking I’m a police officer. While Motor Cop likely giggles at that idea, I commonly respond to these people by pointing to the fire engine and then at my hip. “No gun, fire engine.”
OK, just one, but I will be calling this out in the airport later today.
When we finish at Headquarters, we’ll be off on a walking tour of some of the high points of the history of the SFFD. Many of these can be found in a variety of tour books and at the 
That’s me with the patches-Photo Credit SF Chronicle.
