Jester's 199th dive at Conger Alley was memorable without any photographs. I had left my camera at home and Jester's GoPro decided to shut up shop just when things kicked off.
It started well enough - bloody Henry, catshark, firework anemone - then we weren't alone.
Now Jester keeps a reasonable distance underwater - for sake of argument about two metres. However, after Beryl's first pass I felt like I was diving up the aisle arm and arm with my buddy. Jester was like a limpit. Not surprising, everyone's first date with Beryl the Seal is a little fraught.
Of course, with no photographs, it never happened....
Strategic positioning.
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