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Whilst I listened to the diver’s tales my imagination ran riot as to what I was going to see – but I was soon snapped out of this reverie by the return of the two cox’s, theirs cars and trailers now safely parked out of harm’s way.

I was to be in Richard Cook’s boat today. He showed me where I should stash my gear and where I should sit and then went on to organise all the other kit coming aboard - and to allocate spaces for the other divers to sit to keep the boat balanced up and trim.

Once both boats and their human cargo of divers were ready for sea the mooring ropes were cast off. The two Zodiacs powered up and roared out from Kyle harbour across towards Skye pushing at their bow waves before riding up on top and onto the plane.

I watched as we flashed at full speed past two small rocky islands. Richard shouted over the roar of the outboard that there was a smashed up wreck in between.

The strip of water here that divides Skye from the mainland, Loch Alsh, is only about half a mile wide and is protected by high land on both sides – it can be a very settled piece of water. Today in the early stillness of a crisp November morning, the water shone and glistened like a mill pond, the foaming white wash of our wakes cutting an ever increasing V shape as it rippled and spread out remorselessly from our stern across the oily surface of the water.