The end of an Era


Sadly, this will be the last post from the Tales from the Slab. It has been decided that after 55 years the way in which we police the motorway will change forever. That’s not to say that the motorway will not be policed. It will just be policed in a different manner.

We have the greatest number of road miles to police as a force and we were the first force in the country to have a unit specially set up to police the motorway.

As Police Officers we will do what is necessary and strive to provide the service we would want you to receive. We will do what is necessary; we will do our best.

Thank you to all of you that have supported this site.

Adapt and improvise. We will do what is necessary to make sure that you have a safe journey along our motorways.

Invest in yourself.


The Tales from the slab blog is about road policing. But every now and again it’s about the people that work the slab and all other emergency workers.

For do we not bleed?

Its fair to say that 2013 has been an awful year for one reason or another. Perhaps it has been a good year for you, for others less so.

Emergency workers do a tremendous job. But unfortunately there are very few people that help pick up those workers who give everything.

So this is for you, those that work hours beyond which is expected and do what is beyond which is expected.

Who walk the long mile, never getting thanks but never expecting it either.

Three short video’s that hopefully will put the pep back into your lives and remind yourself why you chose to walk that long mile and know that brothers and sisters walk that lonely mile with you.

It’s very important for you to believe that you are the one. You are a child of the Universe, no less than the trees and the stars. You have a right to be here.

Invest in yourself.

Things do turn out alright in the end. If its not alright then it isn’t the end.

Moments that change your life.


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Once in a while you read something that makes you stop. What makes it exceptional is the words. Not written by the hand but by the heart. Indeed, anyone who has been in a similar situation will recognise the fact that the writer must also have been there too. That is its power.

And so, my friend and colleague Mr Craig Evans very kindly allowed me to post his thoughts on this blog. He generously opines:

The moment that re shaped the way I look at life came at just age 10. I was with my parents attending a prospectus evening at the school I would go on to attend, Baines school, Poulton-le-Fylde. We sat next to another family, who I had never met but by chance both of my parents knew the parents of the boy they had brought to see the school. His dad Lawrence had been at my dads school & my step mum had dated one of his friends when she had been younger. They chatted away & of course I was introduced to Lawrence’s son, Lewis Crookall. How could I have known that this chance meeting & our subsequent friendship would have such a profound impact on the rest of my life?

So it was, that Lewis & I started at Baines & of course having already been introduced we acknowledged each other & as time passed became close friends. We had rare common ground in that we had both been brought up in an “only child” environment living with our respective dads & step-mum (although Lewis did have a half brother & sister living with his mum). Lewis was one of those people that you only meet on very rare occasions; he was “larger than life”! Physically, he was as “strong as an Ox” and loved his sport. I would call for him on my way to school & we would cycle together. We would do circuit training & basketball training before school & then he would call for me in an evening so we could attend the athletics arena to train some more.

However, his physical prowess was only a small part of his makeup; He had the most enormous personality, he could light up a room with his humour & he had a heart of gold. Anyone who ever met him would claim to know him, because he was that type of character but those that knew him well, would also know that he was intelligent (he wanted to be a solicitor) & had real sensitivity.

So, aged 14 I remember getting a horrendous throat infection & at the same time Lewis collapsed at home. I remember telling my parents about Lewis & we all assumed that the pair of us had picked up a bug. Unfortunately, this was not the case…
Tests showed that Lewis had a brain tumour, which he described as “the size of a 10pence piece”. Everyone at school was really shocked, but Lewis made “light of it” & tackled his radio therapy with vigour. As his tumour cleared it was found that his cancer had spread & yet Lewis battled on through Chemotherapy with a smile on his face.

Now aged 16 I remember my parents sitting me down & telling me that they had spoken to Lawrence & that unfortunately Lewis’ brain tumour had returned & that it was terminal. It was a lot to take in at such a young age, but I just knew I needed to go to see him. It is one of the most vivid memories I have through my life…

I spent the whole journey there trying to think about what I would say & arrived with no words. I went into Lewis’ bedroom where he was led on his bed holding hands with his girlfriend Elaine. Lewis was as “bright as a button” as usual ,but as I sat next to Elaine, he said ,”This is it Ev, I am going to die”. I replied, “I know Lou & I’ve thought about what I was going to say, the whole way here & have come up with nothing”. I remember Elaine crying & whilst Lewis held one of her hands I grabbed the other. Of course, Lewis soon changed “the tone”, made light of the situation & we sat laughing & joking. Lewis had made the situation quite easy & when I had to leave he followed me into the landing to show me out. We hugged & this was the point I “broke down” I sobbed my heart out & Lewis just hugged me harder & told me, “don’t worry everything is going to be fine Ev”! Lewis’ strength still amazes me! When I left Lawrence came outside to check I was ok, but it is fair to say I sobbed all the way home!

I visited Lewis every day up to the day before he died, when it was obvious he should be surrounded by his family. The funeral passed by our school where all the students & teachers lined the road side, “our year” did a guard of honour outside the packed church. It was a fitting yet poignant tribute to a short but incredible life/personality.

Apart from Lewis’ unbelievable heroism throughout his ordeal the things a remember most are how amazing his parents Lawrence & Marilyn were both with the love & care they showed Lewis but also with the care they showed to his friends visiting. Also how they all talked about how amazing Christie Hospital was throughout Lewis’ illness.

So, how did this change my life? Well, I learned that life is here to be lived to the absolute maximum. Tell the people you love, exactly that & leave nothing “on the table”, because you never know what is round the corner?

Hence, 22 years on Lewis is still inspiring me! Last February I couldn’t run 1/2 mile without stopping. I’d let negative influences creep into my lifestyle & had got complacent & lazy. Since, I have stopped smoking & started training again….6 days a week! So from half a mile; next April (13th) I will run 26 miles in the London Marathon. In doing so I have pledged to raise more than £2000 for Christie Hospital & will do so in the name of Lewis & all those around me that have also been touched by cancer. I should mention that, tragically, Lewis’ half brother Fraser Olufojude also lost his battle with cancer as a teenager…. Fraser was also extremely popular amongst his peers & an accomplished sportsman. As family we have lost two dear friends over the last 12 months…..but on a positive note I have a number of colleagues & friends who have battled successfully against cancer (or are currently bravely facing their illness) and I have been lucky enough to have my dad, mother-in-law & sister-in-law all have successful battles with disease over recent years.

I am enormously proud to be representing Christie Hospital, Europe’s biggest cancer centre, who apart from the care they provide are one of the worlds leading research centres & have been for more than 100years. Hence, no matter where you are in the world; if you have been touched by cancer either personally, through family or friends, Christie Hospital is likely to have contributed in some way to the treatment/care received. So I would ask you to dig deep & sponsor me in my quest to complete The London Marathon & help make a difference to cancer sufferers everywhere.

To echo Craig’s thoughts and aspirations I have respectfully added a link which certainly I have found a great help and I hope you will too. Craig challenged to find himself and it is up to us to find ourselves. Peace and love.

Invest in YOU.

Snow road to Christmas………


snowmegadomAs winter yet again approaches, here is an article from December 2010 courtesy of The Blackpool Gazette and reporter Jacqui Morley.

Snowmegeddon! It’s the moment most motorists fear…the steering has gone light, the wheels are spinning, and the car is out of control and skidding on icy compacted snow.

That’s the hazard many face as they inch vehicles across side roads which have seen no sign of grit since the snows came.

It’s already a white-out across the Fylde with fears of worse to come as the bleak mid-winter chill shows little signs of easing, and bites into the peace of mind of householders frantic to catch up with Christmas shopping, or deliver presents, and traders desperate to court festive business.

Many car owners have stayed at home or left the driving to others – there has been no shortage of commendations for Blackpool’s bus drivers for keeping the network open in spite of vehicles freezing up with the additional pressure presented by overspill onto other routes caused by road closures.

PC Dave Thomas is one of the few motorists for who the snow and ice holds few fears. He’s done the advanced police driver course, and revisits every three years for the refresher, and has gone from community beat manager in central Blackpool, to traffic officer.

He was on snow patrol last Saturday when countless bumps were reported to the 12-strong traffic squad – and is on duty over Christmas and New Year. Nights, to boot.

Dave’s just been demonstrating how to correct a skid…although he would rather we didn’t get into one in the first place.

It’s all down to speed, he says, inappropriate speed for the conditions, rather than taking things too fast and using brakes to compensate. If you have to brake use the engine’s brakes, go through the gears. That will help you keep traction on the road surface. Tyre treads (and mine are all legal – for he’s checked, along with fluid levels and lights) merely displace water. Not give you a grip in snow or ice.

We’ve been on the road for over three hours – driving over untreated roads in and around Blackpool and rural routes deep in south Fylde and Dave’s not used his brakes once. Other than the hand brake upon stopping. He’s controlled his speed by thinking well ahead, and by gearing down, or up.

One other tip? If you’re prone to slipping and sliding off from a start…try moving away in second gear, not first, to gain more traction.

And under no circumstances drive with just an envelope of a window available…as one lady driver did this week, resulting in a collision which crumpled her car, and made a sizeable impression in another.

“Take the time and trouble to clear the snow and ice off your car,” adds Dave.

Last Saturday, Dave barely ventured over 10mph in most parts of the Fylde. Today, with most of the major roads, the so called arterial links, cleared, and council contractors showing true grit in keeping on top of fresh snow falls or risk of black ice forming, Dave’s driving is almost back to normal speeds. Almost. “You let the road conditions dictate your pace,” he points out. “You also double, ideally treble, even quadruple, your stopping distance, so you have space, and time, to get out of trouble if someone else loses control.”

He also warns against overtaking in the central reservation, which remains ungritted, or covered by compacted snow.

“Head into that, at the wrong speed, and you’re heading for trouble,” he warns. “It doesn’t matter if you’re in a 4×4 or any other car, the result is just the same. Nor is ABS the panacea to all problems.”

The point is made at one of the accident blackspots of the Fylde by a driver losing patience with a slow coach – and overtaking at speed, his rear wheels fish-tailing in the momentum.

So, how to get out of a skid? “Newton’s First Law of Motion,” says Dave. “An object in motion continues in motion with the same speed and in the same direction unless acted upon by an unbalanced force. So lay off the brakes and the accelerator – and nine times out of 10 you’ll get control back and be able to steer out of trouble.”

One lad learned that lesson the hard way this week – having bought a 400 car for his girlfriend as a Christmas present. He had it stashed away but nipped out, after she had gone out, for a new tyre. It cost him – and others – dear. He skidded on ice into another car, heading towards him, which shunted into a parked vehicle. With his provisional licence expired (after an early ban for driving his dad’s car without supervision) the 22-year-old panicked and fled the scene, abandoning the car in a nearby road.

He later called police to confess he hadn’t got insurance either. “I’ve been stupid,” he says. He’s also been lucky. He could have been dead – or killed someone. “There’s no excuse,” says Dave. “A car’s a lethal weapon in the wrong hands.”

Plus, there’s the matter of insurance, with the burden of claim for the other two damaged vehicles falling on the motorist who had the misfortune to meet this inexperienced, unlicensed lone driver on an icy road.

Dave knows just how bad it can get. He’s had to break news of fatalities to loved ones. He’s been first on the scene of some horrific collisions – with no survivors.

He recalls how one colleague turned up where children were waiting to come home for a family celebration. “It’s the worst job in the world to do. Once you’ve done that, seen the accident scene, had to break the news to loved ones, you do all in your power to stop accidents ever happening again.

“We can’t. We still breathalyse drunk drivers – often hours after the party’s ended. We still throw the book at boy racers and hope they finally see sense. We still remind people to make the most basic safety checks, and to stop using their mobiles, and to always belt up. It’s common sense.”

And, with that he stops another motorist, white van man, no seat belt, who protests: “I always wear a seatbelt. Just not today.” Crash and it could cost his sternum, says Dave.

Officer down…..never forgotten.


LWTodays blog is a guest contribution and in my eyes a very important guest.

I have never had that earth shattering radio transmission that is “Officer down.” Whilst we accept that police officer’s will lose their lives on duty, it is a thankfully rare occurrence that a police officer is murdered. Regretfully Mrs Lin Woodward received that very news back end of the 1980’s. Her Husband Ian was shot dead at Chorley in Lancashire.

I feel so very very strong about this. We are a family, not just our colleagues but their families. It is our duty to look after them. COPS the national charity is a well established foundation and one we would all support. It is only when you meet in person, someone who’s life has been so dramatically changed by such an evil event do you begin to understand the invaluable work these charities do.

It was my very great pleasure and privilege to meet Mrs Woodward recently when she visited her husbands unit and she has asked me to post her experience.

As a side issue Mrs Woodward was accompanied by one of Ian’s colleagues. Alan, now retired felt the disappointment of wearing a civilian police pass. Whilst the rank of ex PC does not exist, Alan and indeed Ian were, are and always will be our brothers. Every bit a member of the police family as are we current officers and our families. For one day we will all have to retire and rely on our future colleagues to carry on that torch and our memories.

Mrs Woodward opines:

Today, I was the guest of the motorway police!

A thrilling experience and an emotional one!

My late husband was a Traffic Officer. He was passionate about the work he did and at the time of his death he was a motorway man!
He loved it!

The work was and still is challenging and the officers who patrol the slab are a special breed. Highly qualified in the work that they do.
Driving experts and expert drivers!
My husband was a class one advanced driver of motorcycles, cars and HGV’s. The police force spent a lot of money training him and making him an expert at the job he did.

Today, I saw that nothing has changed in that respect. These officers are highly trained and highly skilled.
Yes, they will pull you over for driving at excessive speed and yes, they will arrest you for drink driving! But, they will also be there to help you, to advise you on how to rejoin the carriage way, to pick up the debris that you drop on their road and to save your life!
They get some stick and they scare us when we see them in the rear view mirror but we have nothing to fear if we follow the rules of their road and our vehicles are roadworthy and legal!

They care very much about the job they do. They care about us the general public and our safety! They work long hours and they grab “refs” when they can! They give of themselves, they suffer the changes and the budget cuts made by the hierarchy and I suspect there is not much more they can give.
They are indeed a special breed of police officer!

My husband was a police officer first and foremost and he did that job 24/7. Hence, when he went to investigate a non – traffic incident on his day off and was shot and killed the police force considered him to be “on duty”!

A plaque to his memory is situated at the motorway post that I visited today, alongside plaques which commemorate two other traffic officers who lost their lives on the slab!

I made some new friends today and I renewed my respect for the officers who work on this long, flat road!
Officers, who risk there lives daily.

Today, I felt part of the police family again! Today was a special day!

Lin Woodward

Walking the thin blue line……….


Describe the job description of a police Officer…… that would be a question I would ask of any prospective candidate wanting to join todays police service.

Many varied answers would ensue, some brilliant, some dire. When I had my final interview with a superintendent and an inspector, the purpose of which was to vet the selection procedure that had propelled me thus far, it was to see if I had that quality, something paper tests or observations skills cannot show. The quality to lead, to take control, to keep calm when all around did not, to do the right thing, to keep going when everything told me to give up.

That was seventeen years ago…. I’m still here. I guess that superintendent and Inspector were a good judge of character.

These last two years have seen some monumental changes to the police in this country. Don’t expect me to criticize or lay blame. That is for other people to do, who have a louder voice and who can more make a difference.

To the police officers that would disagree then this is the point of this blog. We missed a trick in my opinion. We played politics when we should have concentrated, silently on the skills that make us the best police force in the world.

Our actions day in and day out should speak for us. The countless acts of selfless bravery; putting others before ourselves, whether that be the vagrant or our partners and children; running towards trouble when everyone else is running away; risking our own lives to save someone else’s.

We should continue these qualities, silently, respectfully and with inner pride.

When we joined, no one said it would be easy and indeed, only when it gets hard do we show the steel that makes us what we are. In my opinion we have, to some extent, lost sight slightly of who we are.

We have lost to some extent our pride, down trodden, under valued and at times vilified. No one said it would be easy. That’s why men and women of a certain quality do the job they do.

Knowing the qualities required and indeed possessed, then this could be our finest hour.

One man can’t change the world, but a man can change the world for one person.

Specialist or specialism?


It is an inescapable fact that police forces across the country are been asked to do more with less. Or at the very least maintain what they do with less. At some point over until 2015 and beyond, something will have to give. Whether that be a sea change on how the police deploy there staff to incidents or whether a combined with a loss of specialist skills.

I am a road-policing officer and along with my colleagues we specialize in investigating fatal road traffic collisions. I’m also a specialist within a specialist department in that I police the motorway. Different environment, different skills that have to be learnt.

A firearms officer re trains once every six to seven weeks in order to be proficient. To be less than competent in a firearms situation does not bear thinking about.

A motorway patrol Officer has to work the network most days to stay safe and proficient. Unfortunately that is now not the case. Believe it or not, just as firearms officers, we need to regularly patrol the network to keep our skill base.

As cuts keep digging deeper, specialist officers now become response officers with a specialism. How long before specialists become simply response officers. A specialism long forgotten.

You cant expect an officer who has trained to be a motorway officer give him his first job, months, years after his course.

In 2002 I underwent my sexual offences course. After two weeks I was the bee’s knee’s. Not only have I not investigated any sexual offences since, the law has changed dramatically since 2002.

Conversely though, things are changing. Traffic officers that think in the future they will only deal with road policing issues are sadly mistaken. There are sadly officers in their force that hide behind their specialism. As numbers cut, all must be counted for. For some, there can no longer be a hiding place. A case in point was the other night when I had to cover section jobs. A bit hazy at first but it soon came back to me. Burglary, public order, theft, the list goes on and on.

Police Officers first, specialisms second, we all have a part to play. Whilst I would like to remain a specialist and I’m good at what I do, I have to concede that in the current climate I merely have a specialism.