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The cabin seemed cold - with a clinging dampness from condensation pervading everything. I lay in my sleeping bag, not wanting to get out of its warm embrace and risk the chilly inner climate of the cabin - let alone to venture outside. Two dives in a wet suit was going to be interesting in these conditions.

I hopped out of bed as a delicious aroma of coffee and bacon wafted over the cabin - a smell that has become synonymous with dive expeditions for me. I pulled on some thick clothes and ventured into the lounge, which was a hive of activity with everyone trying to cram as much food as they could down them.

I opened the door and stepped outside to see what it was like. There was little wind but it was chillingly cold. Hastily I nipped back inside and very soon I had a bowl of cereal down me and was munching into a bacon roll. Bacon rolls never taste as good as on a cold morning, somewhere remote on a dive trip.

Soon, it was time to get going and we all loaded ourselves and our kit into cars. Car engines roared into life - shattering the silence of the heavily wooded surroundings. Fan heaters were switched up to maximum to dispel the clinging dankness and condensation on windscreens. The two cars towing Zodiacs went off first followed by a succession of other cars in procession.