Myself, Captain Al, Jester and Stew all headed there. We arrived at the site after some Starbucks japery. We kitted up under the watchful gaze of the crazy resident and his wife and headed in. No hassle, no threats - just watchful gazes.
We entered the water at low tide, which was ideal as it allowed two of our party to legitimately head down to the gnome garden at the end of the mat (27m) before heading back up the reef.
I'd promised Stew dogfish, but what he actually got was a strange proliferation of cushion stars. Oh well, them's the breaks.
After some chat we headed round to St Cat's where three of us executed a fantastic buddy separation procedure in a silt cloud as we all headed off in different directions. Not the best of dives to be honest.
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