Читать книгу Into the Abyss. Diving to Adventure in the Liquid World онлайн

55 страница из 133

I left work at 5pm on the Friday night and quickly loaded my dive gear into my rapidly disintegrating, patched up, rusted and now not so bright orange, Renault 14. This now boasted a front nearside wing in purple, which I had recovered from a scrap car dealer and fitted myself, along with racing style bonnet catches, which I had fitted to the chassis, and drilled through the bonnet to secure it. The bonnet front and its usual fixings had all rotted away and the bonnet was in danger of flying up in windy conditions.

I set off for Kyle on my own in the dark. The miles sped by and in the darkness I became inured to the constant trail of headlamps coming the other way as I crossed the busy contraflow section of road from Aberdeen to Inverness.

Once past Inverness, I drove down the road that meanders along the shores of Loch Ness - and the haunting ruins of Urquhart Castle near Drumnadrochit passed by me as a ghostly silhouette in the darkness. Soon I had turned off onto the road through Kintail towards the west coast, and Kyle.