Sorry you couldn't make it , some great photo ops ( which isn't to say I took them
We had 6 dives altogether with one of them on the Lismore. As the light was failing and it was 36mtrs below and 9 mile offshore I chickened out, only to be told by the returning crew that the wreck was H-U-G-E and not only that they had a H-U-G-E W-H-A-L-E pass under the rib and surface to keep an eye on them ( no photographic evidence so this is hearsay from 9 Viking divers and so would have to be taken with a very large grain of sea-salt )
So this morning we are scheduled to leave the pier at 7am. Christy is out of bed at 5
Out we go back to the Lismore - me champing at the bit to see this
H-U-G-E wreck and maybe even see this H-U-G-E W-H-A-L-E and also planking while thinking about a 36mtr descent on a shot
We arrive over the wreck and after a bit of foostering around manage to drop the shot. In go the first two divers, Alex and Cormac. A few minutes later in go Karl and Siobhan . The first pair return and this means John, Alan and myself can get wet. This wreck is bloody H-U-G-E according to all returing divers and so without further ado the three stoog... muskateers descend into the depths
Down down down we go and then for good measure go down a bit further.
Getting to the bottom it is pretty good viz; probably 8 mtrs or so. There is no sign of the bloody wreck - instead there is a track where two pair of divers have dragged the shot along the seabed whilst ascending to the surface
Undaunted your intrepid trio set off in search. John takes the lead and we follow the track and then start to circle to see can we pick up anything. With 8 minutes to deco time the seconds are ticking away. Finally with 1 minute to go we arrive back at the shot after seeing lots of lovely sand and nothing else. John however is not to be deterred; off he goes again !
Myself and Alan stay by the shot and when John starts to disappear into the distance I start blaring away on my duck-caller for him to come back.
There is a moment where John is vigorously pointing at something in front of him ( I can't see a bloody thing
) and then my computer clicks to zero and I am just as vigorously gesturing for him to come back.
Going back up the shot we have a rather long deco stop though my misunderstanding of my computer readout ( I really must read that manual some day - sorry lads, but it was really nice hanging out with you)
Back in the boat John assures me he saw the wreck - needlessly to say it was bloody H-U-G-E
Back to Slade harbour we go with nary a whale in sight to lift my gloom either.
Oh well, you win some you lose some
( apparently even when they are bloody H-U-G-E