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

74 страница из 133

The water was still, like a glistening millpond despite the cold above-water temperature. The ominous clouds over Skye to the west seemed to be getting larger and slowly moving our way. There was a threatening, massing darkness, which promised rain – or even snow later in the day.

My two companions signalled that they were ready and we did a quick buddy check on each other’s rigs to make sure that there had not been a stupid omission, like forgetting to switch open the pillar valve on an air tank. Everything was in order – and we all rolled simultaneously off the two sides tubes of the Zodiac into the dark water.

As the first explosion of white water and bubbles from my entry disappeared there was, immediately, the familiar feeling of cold seawater trickling down my back in between my skin and wet suit. I knew it would soon warm up but it was one of the aspects to wet suit diving in Scotland that I hated most.

Very soon my wetsuit was fully flooded. A thin layer of water became trapped and warmed up by my own body heat – this warm layer then shielded me from the cold water outside my suit.