Announcing that you're going scuba diving in the UK in April is usually enough to place you firmly in the subsection of the population that most people mentally term "eccentric" if they're being polite, and "out of their bloody minds" if they're being truthful. The weather is erratic, the water is not what you'd call tropical, and the visibility while you're down there often brings to mind the phrase "pea soup". Having discovered last year that I possessed the masochistic streak necessary to participate in this activity, last week I went with my uni dive club to
Clearly, I've been warped for life, because despite my general incompetence, I actually got a certain amount of enjoyment out of getting tangled up in kelp forests and playing catch with sea urchins (while in general I disapprove of abuse of local wildlife, I find it hard to believe that the sea urchins mind very much). While I still profess the slightly heretical (for this club) belief that diving on a coral reef in 26 degree water with 30 meter visibility is preferable to diving on a wreck in 5 degree water with 2 meter visibility, UK diving continues to intrigue me enough to keep trying it. Maybe one day I'll become a true believer. In the meantime, I really need a diving icon.