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With my buddy check completed I took a few trial breaths out of my breathing regulator. It was working fine, so, tank on back, mask on forehead, fins in hand and the all important “I’m a diver” knife strapped to my leg, I walked with Colin down from the car park to the water’s edge over a shingle beach. Some large rocky spurs ran out to sea from the beach for some way before disappearing underwater.

We walked into the water up to our chests then pulled our masks down and ducked down and pulled our fins onto our feet and secured the straps over our heels. With trepidation I then let myself fall forward into the caress of the water - wondering weather I would sink or float. As it turned out, with air in my ABLJ, I was quite buoyant.

We kicked our legs and snorkeled out from the beach on the surface until we had got into a depth of about 20 feet. The sky was a rich summer blue and shimmering bright shafts of light were penetrating down through the water lighting up a wondrous seascape below of sand, rocks and kelp forests. The north east of Scotland has very clear seawater and I could easily make out the seabed and rocky spur in great detail.