James
Sorry you couldn't make it , some great photo ops ( which isn't to say I took them

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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