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So, for our next club dive we agreed to meet at the car park as ever at 10am on a Sunday. I arrived at the dive site and parked my car alongside the others, who had arrived before me. I asked how we were to get down to the sea and someone beckoned me towards the sheer cliffs. I strolled over and had a look down. Far below the sea surged and washed over a number of rocky spurs and ledges before draining away to reveal, wet, seaweed covered rocks plunging down into the sea.

The main cliffs, down which we were apparently going to climb, looked seriously steep and I could see no obvious way down. Nevertheless I got kitted up into wet suit, ABLJ, weights and slung my air tank onto my back.

Once we were all ready, clutching fins and torch in one hand we all walked over towards the cliffs. This was going to be interesting.

I followed along behind the group as we meandered over to an almost imperceptible small gully that ran steeply down from the cliff edge. Here, cut in the rock, rather precariously, were roughly hewn steps over the difficult areas.