The sound of silence - and being screwed by UK weather.
So been a month since I posted and that was kinda a boring entry, as might well be this one.
Two reasons - one, no one reads this anyway, so I don't feel any great urgency to post. Two, and this is by far the bigger of the two, my diving has been very limited the last couple of months.
After Scapa and diving the German fleet quickly came June and a number of family commitments as well as a non diving holiday. Into July and I had a quarry dive to check over the SF2 and get some squeaky trimix for what promised to be an excellent weekend of reasonably deep diving on the South Coast....
However...
Despite the UK essentially having a non stop heatwave for the last 3 months, I managed with unerring accuracy to pick the only two days when strong winds would be blowing easterly across the Channel. Now initially when Sundays dive got cancelled, I wondered if the skipper wanted a late night watching the footy, but checking the weather it become obvious that winds were getting up into the afternoon and overnight. Monday somewhat expectedly also got cancelled. I did get to do a little swimming and free diving in the sea on Sunday and Mrs BDiver has had a lovely time being treated to dinner, lunch, fish 'n' chips and my company :-) (thanks babe - saved the weekend!).
So thanks to the bloody UK weather which has roasted the entire nation and stopped my only schedule proper dives now, I'm back home, a tank full of trimix, a filled scrubber and an SF2 that’s not even touched salt water. I did spend a lot of time however thinking about rebreather setups and that will be the next blog. I'm now looking at places that are not the UK for next years trips. Being a UK diving is an endless stream of disappointment.