I was
commissioned by Castrol to visit Kerry Ultrasonics and advise on products for
use cleaning rescued artefacts from a sunken ship Mary Rose. I had the pleasant
feeling of being off the leash as I bowled along in our new pool car, a Rover
2600. As Kerry was also owned by our parent Burmah I wasn’t even meeting a
minder. Castrol had the attitude that technical staff were totally naïve in the
ways of the world, should never be allowed with customers on their own, and
were always to be accompanied by a minder. This had its attractive side as they
were expected to entertain you, translate , arrange accommodation and the like.
It was a
pleasant spring day and an enjoyable trip. I arrived to be met by a slightly
worried looking guy who said their MD wanted to see me when I arrived. Aha I
thought, a pleasantly formal greeting, possibly a gentle chat over a cup of
tea. I had grown used to being treated with a great deal of respect when I made
visits.
I duly
presented myself to Gordon the MD, a short ,choleric man who greeted me as I entered ”So you’re another of these useless wankers
from Castrol”. I was absolutely gobsmacked as I was subjected to a quarter hour
rant to the effect that we were a bunch of overpaid, idle, self abusers who
couldn’t be expected to be of the slightest use.. As he wound down he could see
that I was totally flummoxed and by degrees he explained in a more kindly way
that I was to have the problem explained by the minion I had met and I was then
to present myself again in a week’s time with the answer to their needs
I duly met with
said minion and things became somewhat clearer. The “Mary Rose” was a 16th
century warship ( Henry VIII’s flagship
) which sank in the Solent in 1545 and had recently been recovered along with a
great many artefacts from the period. The recovery operation had Prince Charles
as patron who had turned to Margaret Thatcher, the then Prime Minister for help
in finding supporters. She in turn had talked to her husband Denis Thatcher who
was a director of Burmah. In turn he had talked to Gordon. Gordon had
expansively said they would donate an ultrasonic cleaning tank to the
conservation operation having in mind a typical small tank.
Now ultrasonic
cleaning tanks were typically quite small, twenty litres quite normal and a
hundred litres would be quite substantial. However the conservation operation
had recovered a number of large wooden gun carriages and needed a tank which
could accommodate these. This meant a tank of 2000 litre capacity. This was a
very expensive, unique piece of kit which Gordon now felt committed to donating
despite his unhappiness at the cost.
I was also to
find another reason for his jaundiced attitude to Castrol. Years previously (
before my time ) Castrol had become somewhat persuaded that ultrasonic cleaning
was the future. A series of products had been cobbled together without much
thought and with very little success. Nevertheless Kerry had become obligated
to try and sell these products which they came to regard as a millstone around
their necks..
Fortunately I
could easily understand the immediate technical problem and was able in a week
to revisit with an acceptable product. Castrol was donating the product to the
“Mary Rose” trust. It was pleasant that the development was quick and easy as
we didn’t even have our own tank to test.
To digress we later
bought one which became extremely useful on open days. We did a demonstration
of jewellery cleaning particularly rings. It was always gratifying to see the
amount of accumulated crud removed in seconds. Our joking introduction always
was along the lines that any jewels removed and falling to the bottom of the
tank were ours. None ever were, of course. Rings, particularly complex ones,
collect a lot of dirt and dead skin cells.
The Kerry test
was in a way very simple. The product solution filled the test tank and it had
to “couple” as the jargon had it- that is it had to wet the ultrasonic
transducer and travel through the solution to the item to be cleaned. Success
was indicated by a steady hiss, failure
by a horrible screech varying randomly
in pitch. Successful transmission
shredded aluminium foil.
I was to spend
an interesting day visiting the warehouse storing the artefacts from the ship.
The wood had become complete soaked in seawater with iron salts deposited in
the wood fibres. Drying was disastrous and conservation required the iron salts
and water to be removed and replaced by a thick liquid such as a type of antifreeze.
Drying alone just gave a distorted and unstable residue as a lot of the
internal structure of the wood had rotted over the years.
Although very
interesting it was 250 miles from home at
Wilmslow to Portsmouth where the Trust was based and I attempted this in a one
very long day. I remember taking a break south of Oxford in late evening and
thinking, with sinking heart, only another 150 miles to go. The pool car wasn’t
available and I had to use my own.
I was too
junior to go to the formal handover ceremony. I was told that there was a
horrible few seconds of screeching before the monster tank settled down to a
steady hiss to the profound relief of the Castrol dignitaries present.
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