My club had planned to dive at the Farne Islands this weekend, but that was kiboshed by the unpredictable nature of East Coast weather. By way of contrast West Coast weather was looking great. The club then decided to have a small camp out at St Catherine's and potentially a night dive.
So I invited Jester to be my guest for the evening now that he had overcome a bout of Common Cold / Manflu / Manthrax / Unspecified Certain Death.*
I had been invited to dive the SS Kintyre the next day by the Wylie Fox and Jester was going to accompany me. So it seemed sensible for him to dust down his deep diving skills ** and prep for the next day.
I had expected a few members to join us, but their preference, after a hard days diving, was to enjoy a bottle of wine on the beach round the campfire. So we kitted up alone in the dark and headed down.
It was funny, because before we went in we had wondered if we'd see any old night diving chums such as sepiola atlantica. As it was we did, along with a catshark, a few nudis, sticklebacks, cushion stars etc.
It seemed Jester was ready to return to some sensible diving.
* Delete as appropriate
** He has none, this is a joke
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