Day 3

Our final day dawned and the weather promised a good days diving, with this in mind a journey to the Maine was on the cards. The Maine's location means that it needs to be dived on slack water as there is a strong running tide so with slack at 12.30 we decided to take a first dive on the way.
The best option was Rosehill, a reef with a large angled swim through.
Dropping onto the reef and descending into the ravine we chanced upon a large Dog Fish which flicked its tail and swam away annoyed at our intrusion. Heading up the gully we headed through the cave and out into an area that felt like a large rock pool. The water was clear and full of large schools of small fish and the odd large multi-coloured Wrasse. A beautiful dive against the current and turning back we drifted along finding an enormous conger eel tucked away at the back of a small cave.
This was a beautiful dive and all boded well for the Maine.

Something familiar about this - everyone has their place

The Maine was torpedoed on March 23rd 1917 by the U boat UC-17. She sank upright just offshore from Soar Mill Cove. We arrived early and dropped the shot and then waited for the tide to stop running. The instant it stopped running we all rolled off the Ceeking and descended the shot. Sad to say the last dive had the poorest visibility. The Maine was still a great dive and had plenty to see, it just needed to be closely observed. Towards the end of the dive I noticed that my buddies reg. hose was bleeding rapidly so we began an ascent my hand and his eye on my octopus in readiness. We surfaced as Frank hit zero.







Frank taking his after dive afternoon nap

The weekend was, as usual, a good laugh with good company and enjoyable diving. If you haven't dived Plymouth yet make it a priority. Looking forward to next years dives.