What’s in a week.
Well that’s the end of the first week and a good one at that.
The boys were good company, seem to have enjoyed the diving and seem to have found that Scapa has offered a challenge. There have been no technical hitches with the boat and the weather was ok. I think the vis could have been better but there is always a bloom sometime around the start of the season so it will always fall in somebody’s week: thats the way the cookie crumbles sometimes.
Not only that but soup, sausages and bacon for lunch. The boys done good: I blackened their name wrongly earlier in the week!
The best thing above all others was the sheer pleasure of being back out again, free from the pier, fiddling with the boat and the miriad of other winter chores. The banter was good, I was back doing what I do and there were no hitches. No complaints with the week at all: very chuffed.
I am now free to think about the french TV crew coming to film tomorrow. Will explain Gonzo diver then. In Franglias. Twice.
