Lots of diving, lots of people on holiday or away, but some bad news
Fitzalen, then the
THERE WILL BE NO
CLUB KIT AT THE POOL THIS WEEK (and a shortage of
Last weekend had
originally been booked by a few people to do some hard boat
diving, but the weather forecast had some boat skippers cancelling
the trips earlier in the week.
Only 4 divers enjoying
the delights of Cossy on Sunday. After nearly a week of wind and
rain, you would think the visibility would be pants, but we
enjoyed quite a bright 3-4 metres.
The warden on Sunday
had a note to forewarn the club, we will no longer be able to use
Cossy for diving for the 3 months between December and February! I
know this will not affect most club members, but it will be quite
a shock for some, after around 15 years of continuous use. Further
details were not available on Sunday, but more information has
been sought for this decision.
The weekend of the
3rd-4th of June was hopefully going to give club members the
chance to dive the first world war wreck of the St Jacques, in the
100th year since it's sinking. Unfortunately the weather was
unkind, resulting in diving pretty much only being possible in the
confines of the Haven. Nevertheless, we managed 4 quite nice dives
over the weekend.
The St Jacques is
still on the plan for sometime this year, the exact anniversary is
Sept. 15th. Watch this space.
Here's Bill's report
of the weekend.
I was going to call my
report. “Why I love’s the Milf” But by all accounts this isn’t
allowed, and now I’m on some sort of register, so here goes
The weather forecast
was a bit ‘iffy’ but we decided to go for it. The motley crew
being Brian, Peter, Emily, Steve, Anne, Mark Gosling, Mark Warren,
Jeff and Bill.
Bill had taken his
little RIB and had parked opposite the slipway in Gelliswick,
preparing the unit to launch. A snooty nosed woman drove up,
stopped and spoke through her drivers open window. “You’re parked
there” Bill looked around at the lack of crowds, or vehicles, or
signage and replied. “Yes I’m just about to launch this boat, down
that slipway, and be out of everyone’s way” The snooty woman
became even more pompous. “But we’re having a function here today
and you’re in the way”
“Well let me launch
the boat and get out of everyone’s way” He retorted. “There’s no
need to be rude” Spat the woman and drove off in a right huff.
Mark W softly commented “There’s no need to go upsetting people,
stop being so selfish” Grinning all the time.
We eventually launched
and gently made our way down the Haven with Mark W as ballast.
Being only 5m long and in a choppy short wavelength sea, it was an
uncomfortable ride out of the Haven and poor old Mark W decided to
share his breakfast, and his previous night’s dinner, even though
the Club RIB Nova was well out in front, flattening out the waves
The first dive was on
The Greek where Bill rolled over the side of his boat, to issue
loud squeals that his suit was flooding (not for the first time)
his buddy, poor Mark W was left hanging on the shot line waiting
for the idiot to sort himself out. But Brian thankfully,
eventually took Bill’s place and off they went.
Visibility was 3-4m
possibly 5m in places, a bit snotty but reasonable. The Greek is
vast, well flattened out, but a great old rummage. Crab and
lobster about, but small size and very few fish. Anne and Steve
got some good video of the boilers and various critters. Mark and
Jeff mooched and filmed, the others just lurked.
As Bill’s previous
suit flood had spoilt his day (real tantrums with all toys out of
the pram with lots of swearing) he offered to Cox’n the club RIB
so everyone could have a decent second dive which was going to be
on the wreck of the Thor, in the Haven.
Anne and Steve got
dropped in, but the wind and tide were being difficult, so Anne
ended up a boat’s length away from the shot buoy. Bill pootled
over and offered to tow her gently towards the buoy. There was a
lot of grumbling and possibly swearing through the mouthpiece, but
she agreed and held on, being finally deployed only a few metres
away. The rest went in without incident and they all seemed to
enjoy a reasonable mooch.
Bill’s suit flood
appeared to be “operator error” which will be addressed.
Boats were recovered
and we retired to the Taberna Inn, whilst Jeff camped it up
nearby, and Peter went to the local Premier Inn, as he has flogged
Sunday morning we had
a leisurely breakfast and pootled down to the slipway at
Gelliswick. No nasty women drivers this time. The weather was
still fine but there had been gales and lashing rain during the
night which was the forecast for the following day.
The first dive was on
the “Paddle steamer” Just outside the Haven. This was so called as
there was a dirty great wheel lying horizontally on the seabed. It
was probably a cable laying ship and this was the device that
straightened out the cable from the hold, before it went over the
side, as the ship went along. Anyway Mark G attempted to place the
shot directly in the centre of the wheel and as he and Emily were
first in, he made sure that the shot was in. Steve and Anne sent
up some lifting bags with treasure (tatt) Jeff and Peter didn’t.
Emily’s buoyancy was spot on and she didn’t feel the cold on her
first ocean dive in a drysuit.
Steve was impressed.
“You got the shot right in the centre of the wheel” He exclaimed.
“Yeah good ‘in I” beamed Mark for his cunning plan had worked.
Back to the slipway for a change of kit and a sandwich and then
for the last dive it was the Dakotian. Bill finally got his act
together and dropped the divers somewhere in the vicinity of the
shot buoy. Even flying the A Flag Nova was driven at by yachts, a
speedboat, a potting boat dropped in a line of pots just away from
all the bubbles, (something of a clue there Potter) then finally
an angling boat turned up with four numpties (all tattoos and
rolley fags) Bill put himself alongside their dory. “Can you give
us a few minutes please my divers are directly underneath you”
There were confused looks between the knuckle draggers. They
ignored Bill’s request and were just about to deploy their
weighted hooks, when he re-pointed out, the bubbles gently
exploding on the surface alongside their boat. There were grumbles
but then a DSMB appeared on the surface some 100m away. Bill moved
away to pick up. He was on his new station when he spied the
angling boat trying to catch our shot buoy, so they could anchor
to it. This was really the final straw. He sped back over to the
shot buoy and exchanged less than pleasant words, about anchoring
etiquette and the meaning of an ‘A’ flag (it means keep away
A’holes) then divers were on the surface, so the conversation was
interrupted. Bill finally picked everyone up and we travelled back
into the Haven where the combination of the tide and wind picking
up meant a choppy ride.
I think everyone
really enjoyed themselves, with some hiccups, a huge thanks to
Mark for all the towing, wreck finding and sorting the club RIB,
and huge thanks to Anne and Steve for sorting the other stuff.
Well done to Jeff for
completing his first four dives off the club rib, well done to
Mark W for putting up with his idiot companion, well done to Emily
for completing her sea dives, well done to Brian for stepping in
for Bill, and to Peter for walking around in his accordion
pantaloons as big as donkey panniers. They may look daft but they
work and I’m getting a pair.
If you're going to go
to the trouble of loading your car up with dive kit and drive
across Cardiff for a Sunday morning dip in Cossy. Make sure you
take your drysuit.