It was a small party that ventured out, south down the A1, to Gildenburgh. Just 4 of us, me, Andy W, Tom and Sammy.
Quite a few students training there, one odd fellow who kept walking past inspecting our kit and complained to Andy that the water was very cold for the students. We guessed if he wasn't the owner he must be a platinum 5* PADI course director who didn't like the cold.
Anyway Andy carried Sammy's gear and twins, broke out into a sweat
had forgotten his ice cold drink
and needed to come round before we jumped in with no hoods or gloves, except Sammy, she had both on. Tom unfortunately had a leaking made-to-measure new neck seal on his new dry suit, another trip to DW on Friday coming up.
So down to 3 we set off on dive one. Quick game of pool, caught the bus to the plane, found a boat, hitchhiked on a lorry, ended up back at the bus and another game of pool. Had our safety stop there watching the perch eat the freshwater mussels.
Lunch was tricky - keeping your chips on the plate was an art, the geese are a bit cheeky there, luckily they don't like burgers.
Dive two we set off from the bus to the right, found some strange trees, bit eerie, saw same boat and lorry then ended up on a huge platform with tractor tyres suspended, a big playground really. Also something that would pass for an unexploded bomb.
Photos to follow