It’s nice when a 12 person dive trip sells out quickly, you know everyone is looking forward to it and the prospect of a weekend with your diving friends. Unless of course you have forgotten that you are getting married and it clashes with your stag do. So 11 of us trekked north only stopping to watch the rugby at Scoutscroft Caravan Site.
We had a late start on Saturday and the remaining three divers were due to arrive in the morning for a 1.00pm ropes off trip to dive the Glanmire. Graham duly rolled up at 12.35 followed by Andy A (Andy C’s twin brother from another mother) at 12.45. Needless to say neither made it to the boat in time.
The 1141 ton armed steamer Glanmire was built in 1888 and sunk on Black Carrs, St Abbs Head in thick fog in 1912. At the time, skipper Captain Clueless claimed not to have seen the lighthouse, despite it being only 300 yards away. He admitted knowing nothing of the local tides. His loss, our gain I suppose. Nobody died.
So there we were at 1.30pm, kitted up ready for slack water to arrive. We waited and then we waited a bit more. So Sheelagh and I (Tim) jumped in on the assumption that slack would arrive once we reached the bottom. There was no slack for the entire dive. Luckily the tremendous 20m vis and ambient light was enough to keep everyone happy. Runtimes varied from a scaredy-cat 27 minutes to 63 minutes for the rebreathers. Everyone had a good dive and fish life was abundant.
Skipper Paul decided on Black Carrs for dive 2 as the tides were good. In fact they were pretty much slack. Ho hum. Good visibility again but the Wolfish were hiding.
Saturday night was spent walking up to the New Inn in Coldingham. Liz counted heads before we set off and away we went in single file up the Creel Path. Numbers aren’t Liz’s strong point, so it was no surprise when Phil rolled up in his car having fallen asleep in the bunkhouse. ‘Nobody woke me up’ he complained quietly.
Sunday was dry and warm with a tad more cloud. We were away early doors at 9am to West Hurkar for a super dive. Most pairs managed an hour and the highlight was Tim & Liz finding as pair (yes a pair) of weight pouches each with 4kg of lead. Lots of fun was had bringing them up to the surface using two dsmb’s. Somebody somewhere has had a disastrous dive, just hoping it wasn’t from the 15m bottom where they were found.
Dive 2 was on Fast Castle, a reef just north of Pettico Wick. Not often visited, we had probably the best dive of the weekend. Narrow gullies were festooned with life and sightings included Wolfish and Octopus. Definitely one for the list for future visits. Contemplating the weekend whilst hanging at the end I decided that we are very fortunate to do what we do and with people that we like. I was happy.