Spacious and roomy, the boat was extremely well set up for a full complement of divers.
With a total of 11 divers on board, there was plenty of room for kitting up. The
crew were extremely helpful with a dedicated deckhand ensuring everything ran smoothly.
The weather on Saturday was agreeable. Low winds made going beyond the breakwater
feasible, although the clouds prevented the weather from being idyllic. The first
dive of the day was Hand Deeps. Mike was diving with Pete and Bryan, and John and
myself together. The depths were in the 25-35m range for all of us. Between dives
warm pasties, chocolate and biscuits were on offer - all part of the trip cost. The
second dive was at the famed Eddystone reef. A disused lighthouse on a lone rock,
the rock bed quickly drops away letting you go 30m deep less than 500m from the lighthouse.
The pairings were the same as before.
Saturday evening, we ate at Weatherspoons. Although less entertaining than the night
before, the Olympics in the background proved too distracting for some...
The following day saw a similar pattern. With the first dive being on the wreck of
the Persier. The second on the nearby Hilsea Point. For the Hilsea point dive, only
Mike, John and myself decided to dive. The weather was inverted from the previous
day. The winds had picked up (although, luckily from a slightly favourable direction)
and the sun had come out. The increased winds did not provide too much of a problem
for getting on and off the boat.
That afternoon, we packed up at the dive centre and drove back home with most us
arriving in the early evening.
The (almost) annual trip to Plymouth got under way as usual. Intending to fill half
a boat of divers, we arrived one diver short, making us a group of five. John Clegg,
Pete Smith, Mike Smith, Bryan Taylor and myself (Neil Clegg). After originally being
booked on the boat Top Gun, we were moved to a slightly larger boat, Northstar, for
the weekend. Arriving on the Friday evening (after a long, and sometimes slow, journey),
we decanted to one of the local pubs, the Navy, for dinner. The Navy did not disappoint,
especially with the amusing entertainment of a screaming lesbian (yes, she was screaming
about her sexuality for all the pub to hear).