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On a shore dive towards the end of the summer of 1984 I had my first incident where something went wrong under water. On a hot, lazy, blue summer Sunday we had driven to a car park at a local beauty spot, Cullykhan Bay. This small, picturesque bay, only a few hundred yards across, is surrounded on both sides by high cliffs and jutting headlands. At one time there had been a medieval fort on top of the westmost headland, from which a cannon had been recovered by archaeologists. There was rumour of another cannon lying underwater in the rocks and gullies at the foot of the headland and we had decided to have a dive at the foot of the headland, out at its end, to see if anything was indeed there.

Our small group of 6 divers drove to a car park high up on the top of the plateau surrounding the small bay - arriving as usual at about 10 am. We got dressed into our dive suits in pleasantly warm conditions. The rolling farmland and woodland of the Buchan countryside seemed stunningly green, the water a deep blue. Once fully kitted up, we then walked gingerly and in a rather ungainly manner, weighed down by our heavy gear, down a small path that meandered across the hillside down to the rocky beach.