Affluent, delicious, cinematic. Eight locations that will make your exec book the flight.
Great telly without killing anyone in the process. Staff first. No bullies. That is the whole company.
Seven days. Three videos. Not a penny on ads. We don’t chase the algorithm. It chases us.
BBC. Channel 4. Channel 5. ITV. Twenty commissions. We were making shows before your other fixer had a logo.
Development, production and fixing under one roof. The same people from day one to final frame. Nobody gets passed to a mate.
Great telly without killing anyone in the process. That is the whole company. It also happens to make better telly.
Permits before your flight lands. 320 days of sun. A Pomeranian in charge. Bring the brief. We bring the rest.
Every industry has them. Most companies look at the floor. We name the behaviour, we protect the people it lands on, and we make the programme anyway.
Runner to exec. Same respect, same credit, same right to say no. Nobody on a Ballsy shoot goes home smaller than they arrived.
We know the entire process, so you don’t pay to learn it. Permits, crew, locations, budgets — fixed weeks in advance. That saves companies thousands. Every time.
Factual is our specialism and where we are totally unique. Bring a true story, a hunch, a half-idea. We’ll try our very best to make it higher quality, more cinematic and harder for a commissioner to say no to.
Not a slogan. A promise. Fed, paid, rested, credited and listened to. Cared-for crews shoot better pictures. We have twenty years of proof.
TV fixer and production company on the Costa del Sol. Twenty years of UK broadcast across the BBC, Channel 4, Channel 5 and ITV. Twelve of them living in Spain. Ask us anything. Daft questions welcome. We have heard them all and we answer every one, usually before your coffee cools.
Real people answer. No call centre. No attitude. Just experience, and a Pomeranian who thinks he runs it.
Must-see. Moneyed. Mouth-watering. This is the Spain commissioners fall for on the recce — affluent backdrops, golden light, and a table waiting at the end of every shot list.
Superyachts, supercars and old-money villas in one continuous tracking shot. Wealth as production design. Zero set dressing. The art department can take the morning off.
FORK & CORKMichelin-starred kitchens minutes from the marina — and the front-row tables we can actually get.
Europe’s most exclusive estates. Helipads, private lakes, infinity everything. Here’s the truth: the location isn’t the product. The gate code is. That’s what you’re buying.
FORK & CORKPrivate-chef territory. Cellar dinners behind gates the public never passes.
Orange trees, whitewashed lanes, candlelit plazas. Long-lunch Spain — camera-ready by 10am, seductive again by dusk. Two looks. One parking permit. (We sort the permit.)
FORK & CORKVermouth under the orange blossom; plaza tables that hold golden hour perfectly.
A city split by a gorge, stitched by one impossible bridge. Clifftop drama above, boutique bodegas below. The view grades itself. Your colourist will send flowers.
FORK & CORKHigh-altitude reds tasted on the terraces they were grown beside.
Cathedral-sized bodegas. Centuries of barrels. Flamenco, shadow, dancing horses. Texture you can’t build and ritual you can’t fake. A DoP’s playground.
FORK & CORKSherry drawn straight from the cask, paired the Andalusian way.
Polo lawns, marinas and very quiet money — manicured to the horizon. Aspirational without shouting. The rich here whisper. Your lens won’t have to.
FORK & CORKPoolside long lunches and marina-side rice dishes that run till sunset.
Eleven miles of city beach, rooftop skylines and a food scene that exploded while nobody was looking. Gritty, grand, and twenty minutes from the airport gate.
FORK & CORKOld-school bodegas and new-wave tasting rooms on the same street.
Espetos: sardines on cane skewers over a driftwood fire, cooked in a beached boat at golden hour. The shot every food show wants. We know which fires burn best on camera. Yes, that’s a real skill. Yes, it took years.
FORK & CORKFeet in the sand, catch of the morning, ice-cold local white.
Most location lists sell you photos. We sell you doors that open. Every location above comes with the boring stuff already solved — because the boring stuff is where shoots die.
Small print: the sardines are real, the sunsets are free, and Bear has personally approved every lunch spot. He’s thorough like that.
We will never say 'mañana' about your shoot. We live in Spain. We know exactly what mañana means and we want no part of it.
Bear supervised. Nobody was consulted. This is the same team that will run your shoot, only with permits instead of chillies.
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Clear skies most of the year and night permits sorted before you land. The moon lights it, we run it, you make your morning flight.
Every postcard is a place we have shot. All of them ninety minutes from Málaga airport.
One night. One phone call. One production company on the Costa del Sol that did not go to bed. A 3D story, told by moonlight.
Press play Shoot in SpainWhatsApp DavidBecause the alternative is a six-week email chain and a rained-off shoot in Kent.
Why us →Yes we can get that permit. Yes, that one. Yes, by Thursday. Stop asking and ring us.
The 3D story of how Spain gets fixed while London sleeps.
