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I was to be diving in a threesome that day with the experienced Richard and one other diver, slightly more experienced than me. Sitting on the sponson of the Zodiac I popped my Fenzy ABLJ horse collar over my head and clipped off the two fixing straps, one around my back and the other under my crotch. I pulled on my weight belt, fastened the quick release clasp, pulled up my integral wet suit hood and slipped my mask onto my forehead.

Picking up my single air tank I hefted its black rubber encased bottom onto the large grey Zodiac side tube. Holding it steady I squatted down almost onto my knees, got my arms under the shoulder harnesses and stood up and tied the waist fastener around me - letting the tank sit securely and snugly.

Sitting down on the tube again, I rested the tank on the grey tube, letting it take the weight whilst I pulled on my black rubber jet fins. Finally I was ready to dive.

My two dive buddies for the morning were also just about ready. With a few minutes grace I turned round and studied the buoy and followed the line as it plunged beneath the water down towards the foremast of the wreck. The visibility looked quite good - I could see a long way down the line from here above the surface. But there was no sign of the foremast itself.