Well Bluebird, Doxfords, now we're talking about an engine!
After a few years on Sulzers and a few Crossley Pielsticks I found myself one day on the City of Opporto, fitted out with one of the last five production Doxfords. The subsequent Seahorse experiments signified the final demise of the company as they strove ever harder with ancient technology to compete with the Sulzers and the Wartsila's of the world.
The City of Opporto was fitted with a three cylinder "Medium Speed" Doxford, which scared the living daylights out of me the first time I saw it. The biggest problem was that when the rings on the top pistons started to wear, the engine lost compression and became unreliable to start. On manoeuvring I would stand by the tops with a bucket of lube oil and the second the engine stopped I would pour a splash of oil onto the top piston to seal it ready for it's next start. When it did I dissappeared in a cloud of oil vapour!! By the end of stand by I was covered with oil.
I remember one occasion when we were going into the first lock of the Manchester Ship Canal at about 2.00 am. The captain had been warned that the engine wasn't the most reliable at starting so give himself a bit of space. I had handed the bucket to the greaser and gone out on deck for a smoke as we entered the lock. We must have been doing about 4-5 knots as the stern passed the gates and I distinctly remember thinking "That's a bit fast, I hope she starts OK".
I heard the chuff, chuff, chuff, chuff as it blew over from outside then, nothing! Again chuff, chuff, chuff, chuff, not a peep. By this time I was taking the steps two at a time until I reached the tops and spotted the bucket on the top platform. I grabbed it, threw the contents liberally at the top pistons before the third start kicked in, chuff, chuff, chuff, bang, chuff, bang, chuff, bang, bang, bang. And the thing finally burst into life. Full astern for what seemed like an impossible amount of time until the Old Man finally backed off and eventually stopped.
From conversation with the Third Mate the next day apparently the Old Man was white as a sheet for the rest of the morning and didn't speak a word to a soul. It would seem we managed to stop only a matter of a couple of feet from the front gate!!
The greaser had, of course, decided that it was time to fill his bucket so was waiting for his can to fill up from the main tank!
I only did a few months on that ship but I learned a lot about Doxfords and I consider it a great priveledge to say that I sailed with not only one of the last, but also the fastest production Doxfords ever fitted to a ship. When it started that is!!!