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Kenneth Clark
ADVENTURES IN MURKY
WATERS
HEALTH WARNING
Contents
Introduction
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Chapter 6 Explosives
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Chapter 7 Moidart
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Chapter 17 Epilogue
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Introduction
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After the few minutes that it took for me to relax with the strange equipment
glued to my body and face, I gradually gained confidence that I wasnt about
to drown, then slowly and very quietly I drifted down to the 10 feet marker
at the bottom of the Pool where Roger was already sitting on his haunches.
He was very still, breathing in short, halting gasps and it appeared to me that
he was either mesmerised by something on the bottom of the pool or willing
his equipment to keep working by concentrating hard! I placed my hand
gently but firmly on the top of his head to let him know I was by his side and
he stared up at me, wide eyes showing through his mask, an expression of
sheer wonderment on his face. We were both so pleased with ourselves!
Another world began to unfold during the following weeks as we
experimented with the rather crude and sometimes unforgiving equipment.
We took turns trying to empty the swimming pool by the lung full before
gradually mastering the skill of being able to breathe normally, all the time
under the control of some very competent instructors I might add. The British
Sub Aqua Club training regime was and I guess is still considered to be the
finest amateur underwater training organisation in the world and even in those
early days the Instructors were both experienced and knowledgeable. Most
newcomers to the sport had to be extremely motivated too, for it was a time
when the specialised equipment was not readily available and cash was
invariably short anyway, so most newcomers to the hobby were spending a
great deal of time and effort simply looking for the odd item of diving gear.
The equipment was so expensive that the average person couldnt easily
afford it and it simply wasnt something one was likely to see in a shop
window anyway!
During those early days of intensive training and familiarisation, every stretch
of open water I passed on my journeys around the countryside seemed to
beckon me. I realised of course that the only unfettered diving experience Id
ever be allowed to experience had to be during Club training activities or
perhaps on snorkelling trips with Roger in shallow lakes, but even those quick
sorties to local lakes gave me a great deal of experience and confidence in
shallow water, experiences that all stood me in good stead later, but it was oh
so very cold that I vowed that my first priority would be to buy or perhaps
make a neoprene suit to keep myself warm!
Roger and I later bought some black sheets of expanded neoprene which was
the standard material used in the manufacture of professional wet suits and he
also managed to obtain some paper patterns of the suits. Both of us then spent
a whole week marking, cutting out and sticking the sheets together with glue
before I came upon some long brass zips which we soon fitted to the front of
the suits. The completed outfits actually looked quite professional considering
that theyd been put together on the lounge floor! They turned out to be a lot
warmer than our swimming trunks of course, particularly in the winter! Some
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they were still fitted with the original valve stems and the parts associated
with the oxygen supply used aboard wartime aircraft totally unsuitable for
underwater use at the time of course and probably in quite a dangerous state
for anything else too! They were also covered with what seemed to be miles
of fine, high tensile steel wire, tightly laid around the exterior of the tanks,
probably to contain an explosion and prevent any pieces of steel shrapnel
from flying around the aircraft in the event of some in-flight disaster.
Knowing only too well that this layer of wire had to be removed, I clearly
remember the chaos and panic as I suddenly found hundreds of feet of coiled
spring wire leaping violently from the outer surface of the tank as I cut
through the first outer strands. Wire flew everywhere, climbing and coiling
itself around anything and everything until its strength spent, it lay inert in a
mass of coils around my bleeding legs. Only when the wire was safely
deposited in dustbins did it gave me time to apply band aids to cuts and skin
punctures! The procedure of stripping down those little tanks was something
Id rather not repeat, unless I was sitting in the safety of a bomb shelter
behind a screen...
The particular problem of obtaining suitable valve stems was overcome when
I made contact with another friend who worked in the famous Siebe Gorman
diving works just south of London and on the borders of Surrey. I managed to
wangle one of my little deals with this particular guy and soon afterwards a
pair of used valve stems and an interconnecting manifold were delivered to
the Goods Inwards Department of my works, marked for my attention. The
incoming paperwork was immediately and most mysteriously lost in the
appropriate waste bin of course and nobody was the wiser. Meanwhile, the
steel wire having been removed from the tanks, the exterior of each tank was
sandblasted to clean off any underlying corrosion, then the insides of the
tanks were tumbled in a special cleaning tank filled with abrasive pellets
which cleaned out any nasty little bits of rubbish or sand left over from the
sandblasting treatment. A coat of hard primer and paint was then applied on
the outside, showing black and white quarters at the top of the little tanks to
identify the type of gas to be used and the tanks would now be internationally
recognised as containing breathing air. The Tadpoles each suitably
equipped with its own valve stem, were now ready for final pressure testing.
Meanwhile, lengths of war surplus gas mask tubing were attached to the
outlet and inlet ports of the demand valve to bring air to the mouthpiece
and a couple of little poppet non return valves were fitted in to the tubes,
one to allow air to exit and the other to allow to enter! The equipment now
began to take on the look of a professional piece of gear after it had been
chrome plated and polished at the Egg & Veg Factory as Evershed &
Vignoles was affectionately known. It really looked very impressive, perhaps
even more surprisingly, it looked like something a diver might actually use!
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adjusted to fit me and it was with some trepidation that I finally donned the
whole motley collection of home-made bits and pieces at the Club poolside.
Breathing air from an aqualung on the surface is one thing and my unit
worked very well, but the home built demand valve proved not to be the
instant success or the engineering masterpiece Id intended. It became crystal
clear to me within the first few choking moments that the equipment was in
fact a total disaster. For starters, my lungs were unable to drag enough air
from the device at anything below 3 feet, which meant that the leverage
system needed attention. At the same time copious amounts of water were
leaking through into the diaphragm situated between the two halves of the
steel valve housing. I knew at once where the problem lay and quickly
decided that a solution would be fairly straightforward. First, the leverage
system that operated the diaphragm supplying the high pressure stage to the
large inlet chamber was poorly set. The lever required a simple adjustment to
the various pivot holes I had already considered and catered for in the final
design. The second and more difficult problem however, appeared to be one
of a more serious nature which could only be cured by another visit to the
Horizontal Grinding machine at Egg & Veg! The two halves of the machined
valve housing had not been finally coupled together as a tightly fitting pair
before the neoprene diaphragm had been enclosed, which simply meant that
water was leaking through an imperfect joint. The solution was to re-grind the
surfaces and ensure that the gasket was gas tight before the two halves of the
valve body were clamped together!
The next weeks saw the valve undergoing gradual fine tuning, the tests
always guaranteed to attract a crowd of onlookers whom one could almost see
taking mental, if not practical notes! Still, although the weekly adjustments
saw the valve airtight and watertight, it was still a devil of a job to suck air
through it despite numerous adjustments to the leverage system. It seemed to
be an insurmountable problem to me, as a non Engineer. However, I was
determined not to enlist the aid of any pseudo academics and vowed to make
it my project without too much outside interference. It seemed to me that as
I arranged the leverage system to deliver air at the touch of a vacuum [or
suck!] in the low pressure stage, the contraption simply continued to blast air
of its own accord when underwater... When the pressure of the ambient
surrounding water was applied to the diaphragm in the low pressure side
[open to the water] the lever system simply set off the delivery of high
pressure air through the tiny high pressure orifice delivering air at 1800psi,
which just wouldnt stop after it had started! If I adjusted the lever system to
stop this I found it difficult to breath below water and I just couldnt find a
happy medium. The damned thing had a mind of its own!
I finally cured the problem after I made a chance remark about the problem to
the friend at Seibe Gormans. He asked me if I had considered fitting
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spot in an old Cottage on a quaint little Bridge that spanned the river Ouse at
Felmersham, about 10 miles north of Bedford, but the journey to work was
some 70 miles each way to the Egg & Veg Factory in Chiswick, a very long
and tiring journey had to be made each day, down the M1 motorway and
around Londons North Circular Road each way!
Something obviously had to go, and it did. I left my old Firm to join my new
wife and buddy diver Dinah to live in Hertfordshire where we bought a small
house. Dinah started work as a Library Assistant at the nearby Polytechnic at
just about the time a new Diving Club was formed by a few keen sporting
students. The Club was being organised and funded by the Students Union,
but lectures and a formal training regime was actually funded by the
Hertfordshire County Council. A part time lecturer in Practical Diving &
Physiology had been engaged and a course of evening lectures was being
given by the highly qualified BSAC Instructor. Before long however, the
continuity of the training began to pose a few problems for our instructor for
it appeared that he was finding it difficult to cope with his work as Regional
Coach of the British Sub Aqua Club plus his normal day to day
responsibilities, which I guess is where I came on to the scene... Dinah soon
let it be known among the Physical Training hierarchy at the College that she
was married to a diver of some experience with a few years under his
belt. The incumbent lecturer, welcoming this opportunity of being allowed
to concentrate on his full time career, immediately vacated his own position
and pushed me to the fore! After a couple of weeks in which I was observed
putting the Students through their paces in the classroom, the College
hierarchy let it be known that I was accepted and at this point I was asked to
take over the post of Lecturer and of course I accepted!
About the same time, I also found myself a position with an Electronics
Company producing Television Studio equipment in the small country town
of Ware, just a few miles away from home... Things were indeed looking up!
I had a new job with Rank Cintel in almost the same position Id recently
abandoned and Id been asked to fill a part time paid job lecturing in the
evenings. Id also been privileged to meet Peter Cornish, who was to play an
important role in my future diving experiences within the small group divers
already beginning to gel together as a team.
I guess Peter Cornish would always have emerged as a natural leader.
Powerfully built, with a magnetic personality and boyish charm, his diving
and organisational ability quickly began to show itself as he formulated one
crazy, dangerous and exciting scheme after another. He was already a leading
light in the Hampstead Club, one of the oldest and most highly respected
clubs in the U.K. and he also happened to have been the previous Lecturer of
our group at the Hatfield Polytechnic!
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