The main problem at the time I joined (how nice it is to be able to be allowed to describe the work I was doing!) in terms of power generation, was that turbine cases were cracking; new large turbines had been installed, capable of several times more power than the earlier models, but were failing due to mysterious cracking of the turbine cases. The scientists suspected mechanical (vibration) or thermal stress, and proposed to cover the things with data loggers to record stress; my job was to convert the recorded numbers to real values, and then analyse the data to see at which places and under which conditions the stresses became excessive. Each type of instrument had its own conversion characteristics, and the instruments were moved round the turbines at regular intervals.
After getting the basic programs working, it struck me that the whole process could be simplified. If instead of writing a new program for every change of instruments, I wrote a generalised one, the scientists could put in a “instrument configuration” and then the data, it would work without extra effort by me. This I did. It was what nowadays is called “table-driven (or data-driven) programming”, but such terms were years away – perhaps mine was one of the first such programs in the UK?
There were a few other projects I did, but doing that suite of data analysis programs was my main job; the scientists at Kirkstall were in their element, and the problems were eliminated fairly speedily after that. I managed to get a tour of Ferrybridge power station, to see the turbines at first hand, which was very interesting – apart from the noise and power of the coal-fired borders, the power of the turbines was almost overwhelming, and I was glad to get away from them; despite being set in many feet of solid concrete, the vibration was tangible – I seemed to sense them through the air as well as through the concrete, and (however safe I knew it was) there was a compulsion to move away from the machinery – perhaps because I knew how heavy the turbine blades were, how fast they were spinning round, and what happened to a turbine casing if anything went disastrously wrong.
At this point I need to mention Paul Roper, who was at school with me … one day the engineer I was working with told me that there was someone in the office who knew me; that was Paul. So I told him that at School Paul had been renowned in the radio club for testing TV EHT voltages (up to 8,000 volts at the time) by “rule of thumb” – putting his thumb on the wire and guessing how high the voltage was .. an action that would have probably killed most of us. I was told that he was still in the habit of doing that with inter-county power lines (then running between 12,000 and 32,000 volts). He must have had an incredibly high internal resistance.
But what I remember about CEGB life was the bureaucracy of it; it was a nationalised industry, and run on civil service lines – so we had a quota of staff grades, irrespective of need; and after my main project finished, I was twiddling my fingers a lot of the time. So I wanted a new challenge, and to find one I had to persuade Katie to consider leaving her belovčd Yorkshire.
Link forward to next chronological or next
on this subject : link backwards to previous
chronological or previous on this subject, to
the Introduction, or to family
documents index.