When the Kingmaker asked me if I wanted to "go down baw deep" I was worried. So worried, in fact, that I decided to bring the Zookeeper as a human shield to protect me from the Kingmaker and his advances.
Now the Kingmaker and the Zookeeper have met before, but didn't really know each other very well. The car journey to St Catherine's was a dance of sorts with each participant endeavoring to find the lowest common ground. In fairness to my good chums, they found it pretty quick.
On arrival we were the only ones at the site and by the time we kitted up the sea was flat calm and the sun, while slowly setting, was out.
The Kingmaker led us down to beyond 38m. The Zookeeper, who always dives on my left recorded a personal depth record (PDR) of 39.0m. So congratulations.
As we hit 37m I started to giggle to myself. I was feeling a little narc'd. Now this is quite unusual for me, but I haven't really been diving very deep lately. This however marked the first time in my life that I've experienced a happy narc. I can assure everyone, that the differences are stark between a eupho-narc and a dark narc!
We turned and on our gradual ascent we brought out the cameras and started to snap the nudis and life we encountered. It was all very chilled with great visibility and two good buddies.
We surfaced, selfied, then headed back to the car. Where the Zookeeper, who'd sprung a leak in her drysuit, "dekitted" and dried off.
At the surface we met the next batch of late night divers - Pat G, Doctor K and Kevin.
On the way home we chatted laughed and discussed the basic principles of the law of diminishing marginal utility. I like to think Hawdit and Dawdit left the car a little more erudite and with a new appreciation of the metaphorical uses of the Mars bar.
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| The Kingmaker leads the way |
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| Flabellina lineata |
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| Flabellina lineata |
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| Scorpionfish |
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| No selfie stick required |
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