Trip Report - Farnes

Saturday

Perhaps it would be best to begin this trip report at the morning of the first day's diving. That way, we can skim over Si Mutton's taboo busting conversation of the night before and the numerous obstacles that almost prematurely ended the trip (although I will say this: if anybody hires suits from Roho GET THE HOSES FROM THEM).

So you find us at Beadnell Harbour; an intrepid bunch of young go-get-em divers ready to do our thing. Piling into our boat, "Moby,".

The first dive site was the Hopper. A few buddy pairs saw seals here; all very exciting I'm sure. Fiona and I had a tantalising glimpse of one in the distance, but no more alas.

After an appropriate surface interval we were back in. This one wasn't my fondest dive after we got separated in the currents after having not really seen all that much. I'm sure North Wames is a nicer dive site on other days.

With an early finish to the day, we sorted out everything that needed to be done (and here, special mention of the world's pikiest filling station must be made) and were ready to kick back. At this point I'll have to make an effort not to gush about the round of Frisbee. Ah, to hell with it. In a demonstration of unparalleled athletic prowess we tore up the beach. Each catch was a bona fide classic, and each throw precise, accurate, and deadly (Chris). Si was forced to resort to the dark arts in his pre-catch warlock ritual. After a while, (somehow) people began to tire of the ultimate 175 gram sport disc TM, so we made our way to the pub before retiring for a spot of supper. At McG's suggestion wagon wheels/jaffa cakes dunked in chilli were the order of the day.(See note)

Sunday

The next day was another early start. We headed to the Pinnacles for the first dive, and found ourselves at an excellent dive site. It combined a wall on the way down with plenty of scattered wreckage on the bottom. 90 minutes later, all happy and fed, we were ready to return to the water. On this one McGorman and Caz found a dead seal with no eyes. Me and Adam almost missed it, but luckily they managed to send us back. Cheers there guys. Mutilated seal corpses aside, this was another thoroughly pleasant dive site with plenty of life to see.

And so that was it. Our diving extravaganza had reached its end. With cylinders filled we were ready to take our place in the traffic jam to Leeds before crawling back to our respective homes.

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