Only eight of us went out on the boat, the others wanting to get some relaxing and sightseeing time in. Seven dived the first wreck, the Coln II again, and six dived the block ship, Doyle at noon.


Last time, we only did the outside of the hull of the Coln, so this time we decided to go down to 33 metres and look in the wreckage before ascending to the hull for a drift back to the shot line. She was as beautiful as the first time we dived, with plenty of wildlife hidden in the wreckage.

Chris either grew an inch overnight or the boat shrunk, as he couldn’t seem to stop knocking himself out on the ceiling of the rooms onboard. Richard continued to get wet in his drysuit, so Chris lent him his semi-dry, which he wore under his drysuit. With all that extra air trapped, his next dive was just a tad hindered without any extra weights to compensate. He still got wet, but least now he was warm and wet.

Doyle could only be dived at slack with margin for error towards the incoming tide so that if there were problems, persons would be swept into the Flow, and not into the North Sea; and with a little more than half hour slack window, that margin was taken very seriously. We were given a maximum dive time of thirty minutes, and all adhered to this, popping up at 28 minutes.

Very nice man at Stationers provided us a service that is not normally provided and helped us prepare our Wanted posters. The very nice lady in same shop informed us with much rolling of eyes and waving of hands, that being reported to the police was the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard of, as all the farmers wandered around everywhere with big machetes as a matter of course.

Adrian cooked a beautifully garlicky SpagBol. Yum. Burp.

Went to pub to finish off the day.