In our series of monthly social dives, we arrived on a warm sunny morning at Shelley beach. Showing our post dive intent early, we chose a seating area right next to a BBQ.
This was to be old school diving and a tour to force of 1990s kit, open circuit, single cylinder, wet suits, semi-dry suits (or dry suits with holes), shore entry, in short, we did BSac proud, well apart from Ben who persisted in showing he’s a modern man when it comes to kit.
The dive - reasonable viz, max. depth 9.5m, I think Fe and Katie were in for the longest at about 50mins, leaving the guys to cook breakfast, or were we lead to shore early by our stomachs? It was noted that al gave the turn around signal first, was this indicative of his lust for lard?
Highlights, a massive Flathead that would have been very nice in a light tempura batter if we were not a national park area and a very friendly, inquisitive cuttle fish.
Now onto the main event - the breakfast - bacon, eggs on the Trangia, sausages, fried bread, tomato sauce and chillis.
To the Dive Officer, I can declare that whilst no one got bent, I cannot comment on our cholesterol levels and artery thickening.
Looking forward to the next one.