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Other than looking a bit white and drained (literally), back on the beach I didn’t appear to suffer any other repercussions from the incident. But I had had felt another of those surges of panic, the sort that shoots through you when something goes wrong and you don’t know how to handle it - a gnawing fear that turns your stomach and makes you feel almost physically sick. It is a sensation that most divers will feel at some stage of their career.

In October that year I had my first dive on a shipwreck – not the Hollywood style intact wreck, but more a mangled, flattened field of debris with two huge boilers standing proud in it.

Slains Castle, just north of Cruden Bay is known as being the inspiration for Bram Stoker’s legendary tale of Dracula. It’s now ruined but still imposing remains sit right on the edge of sheer cliffs that plunge down for about a hundred feet to the rock foot and the sea. Several people have lost their lives on these cliffs – they are extremely dangerous.

Some of the more experienced club divers knew that there was a wreck smashed up hard in at the rocks right below the castle’s remains. I was told that there was a rather perilous way down the cliffs to the rocks below, from the grassy area beside the castle where visitors park.