Friday Night Lights - 06/11/2015

Jester was so taken with our dive last night thay was wanting to return to St Catherine's to visit my other known firework anemone in the vicinity at 30m. However, while  I guided us to it. It wasn't the star of the show. There were other lights.

In particular, the waves produced by the westerly wind meant that the shoreline sparkled with bioluminescence while the milk way glistened above. Quite a spectacular start to any dive. 

Once we went down we found an assortment of nightlife including our friends the cuttlefish, pipefish and stickleback. Oh, and my firework anemone for a belated Guy Fawkes Night.

The Alternative Guy Fawkes - 05/11/2015

I'm more interested in firework anemones than actual fireworks. With that in mind the plan was for Jester, the Zookeeper and myself to go hunting for the former type of fireworks. However, a three hour commute meant that the Zookeeper was exhausted and didn't fancy the dive. As such Jester and I headed to Seal Reef intent on re finding a firework anemone we found once before. 

Sadly, we failed. Instead, we found a proliferation of colour changing cuttlefish, a stunning nudibranch and Jester's first ever red gurnard.

We had heard that visibility in the area was good (8-10m) and it didn't disappoint. Visibility was easily 8m even in the dark. 

I was test driving a fully functioning Mares Eos 12rz and hoping to use the wide beam (with no hotspot) for some decent pictures.

We headed down to the small boat and off the bow looking for a firework anemone we found quite some time ago. We struck out, but we did find a langoustine, pipefish, cuttlefish and two red gurnards.

Moving onto the reef, and with deco fast approaching we headed back up gradually. As deco approached his minutes to deco hand signals looked an awful lot like flipping me the bird. Vulgar gestures aside, Jesters aging eyes were on fire, spotting a variety of worms before his spot of the night.  Blind luck I say, but it was a nice Eubranchus Farrani or, as I've heard the Mermaid describe them, "the wee fried egg ones".

It was a great 57 minutes as we emerged to booming of Inveraray fireworks.

Who Dares Swims - 30/10/2105

"Who dares wins" is the motto of the SAS, perhaps the most famous British Special Forces unit. However, there is a another less well known unit called the Special Boat Services. I say all this because myself and Canada Dry, my guest buddy for the evening, watched as what I assume was the SBS performed some landing manoeuvres on the shore. Realising there were divers they beat a hasty retreat. The A-Frames is, after all, sovereign SCUBA territory.

Canada Dry, visiting from Canada, had bravely hired a drysuit and an unfamiliar weight system to join me for the evening, while Jester was coming later for a second dive. Before we went in I mentioned to Canada Dry that I was impressed by his bravery taking on so many awkward factors for a first dive in Scotland.

We headed down to the Frames enjoying the display of peacock worms, scorpionfish and scallops. However, as we returned to the surface it became clear that Canada Dry was having buoyancy issues caused the unfamiliar drysuit. I held him down long enough to complete most of a safety stop before he let go (his fancy mask having given the signal it was safe to do so).

We got back safely but the experience was enough to convince Canada Dry not to go back in. After that I was equally impressed by his lack of machismo, a factor that when left unchecked puts divers in situations that they really don't want to be in.

Jester had joined us for the second dive. So we buddied up and went back in. The second dive proved even more fruitful with a beautiful little nudibranch and some nice anemones. His ability to spot nudis is actually quite impressive.

The drive back saw us chat about diving misadventures and experiences - one of the cool things about meeting new diving chums.

Bloody Henry

Scorpionfish

Anemone

Nudibranch

Pipefish

Pipefish

The Long Way Round - 25/10/2015

With my ear still ringing from Thursday night's dive, Jester and I decided on a wee dip in Loch Fyne. We opted for the over dived St Catherines 2 due to the shelter the trees would provide from the rain (this was ultimately moot as the rain eased up).

It was to be a challenging dive as I was without any dive lights which really limited depth and photographic opportunities. However, our bimble was to ultimately last 71 minutes - my longest dive of the year.

Our pre dive chat had been about the absence of nudibranchs in the water of late. A trend which seemed like it was continuing until the eagle-eyed Jester caught sight of one just a few millimetres in length. It's pictured below. Photographed using super macro and even then it's still to small to focus on.

Also making a rare appearance of late were a cushion star and the delicate macropodia rostrata.

The water was definitely starting to chill for the winter. 9c, brr.

Eubranchus Farrani

Cushion Star

Cushion Star

Macropodia Rostrata

The Drysuit Cometh - 22/10/2015

Having ordered a new O'Three drysuit Saturday it had arrived by Thursday enabling a trip with the Zookeeper out to Loch Long and the A-Frames. The Aquatron school was out teaching the PADI Night Speciality (probably the most fun PADI Speciality if you are choosing to go down the PADI route).  

The nature of the night speciality training meant that with the minimum of alteration to our dive plan we could entirely avoid the training area. We did, admirably.  Circling round the far side of the big frame we encountered some nice feather stars and a couple of what I think are horseman anemones, I'm not really an expert.

From there it was down deeper and round for some feeding of Colin The-Conger. I'm not saying disaster struck, but from this point the dive was a bit downhill. Having forgotten to fully charge my Mares Eos10r I had a bit of a blackout. Switching torches meant that I spent the rest of the dive using an old torch with the same number of lumens as a roasted parsnip. I wasn't concerned. 

As I was leading us back, the Zookeeper offered me her primary, but it really wasn't worth it. I reckon I could get back to safety with no light at that sight. A challenge which I might attempt at some point.

During the safety stop I showed the Zookeeper some of my photos. They were pretty poor. In fact, some might say rotten. Anyway, that was enough to have us chuckling as we surfaced. Much to the bemusement of the Aquatron crew who wondered if we'd be eating the magic anenomes  around the site. Good times. Oh, and the drysuit? Very nice, very nice.

Horseman Anemone

Horseman Anemone

Feather star

Red Gurnard

Colin

The End of an Era? - 14/10/2015

The Zookeeper and I had decided to dive the wall at the Council Yard, Loch Fyne. We kitted up enjoying the excellent conditions and headed in.

The dive was going well, if a little light on life. Visibility was good. We were enjoying ourselves. Then towards the end of the dive my exhaust valve on my drysuit stopped exhausting. Worse was to come when I finally got to the shore and I discovered the cuff on my drysuit had also ripped. A bad day for my drysuit. 

My Northern Diver Divemaster drysuit cost me about £400 4 years ago and I've done over 200 dives in it. That's £2 a dive. A fair return. I've wanted something different for a while, but this was the excuse I needed.

We headed back to Aquatron, the local dive shop, and I tried on an O'Three  Ri 2-100 it didn't fit so I've ordered in a larger size. We'll see how that goes. Fingers crossed.

Face sucker

Urchin

Cuttlefish Boulevard of Broken Dreams - 08/10/2015

Tonight's post work adventure with the Zookeeper was a trip to Seal Reef, St Catherines. Upon arrival we met some of the guys from Clydebank Sub Aqua Club, they provided a nice backdrop for the dive. One of whom was leaving his newborn of a couple of days and wife in preference for an evening with a slightly motley crew of divers.

We went in and headed down. We were immediately joined by loads of small shrimp that fluttered around our torches like moths. As we made our way along to the reef it became clear that tonight was going to be mostly about Cuttlefish. I reached six before I stopped counting how many I'd seen.

Onto the reef we found two scorpion fish. Both of whom seemed delighted to be eating a torch-fuelled shrimp smorgasbord. We came up from the dive, glad theat we'd been of service to the scorpionfish.

At the surface the milky way was out and the water was filled with bioluminescence.