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Dry suits were being very heavily criticised by the diving establishment at the time. The diving magazines were full of articles about how dangerous they were and how ‘real’ divers would never use them. There was also one headline I remember well “Throw the dry-baggers out of BSAC”. But right now standing soaked and cold on a windswept car park on the west coast of Scotland in what seemed like sub zero temperatures, in the driving rain, it seemed the way to go.

I struggled vainly to get the wet, wet suit up my legs. A dry wet suit is far easier to pull on than a wet, wet suit and my tight fitting second skin seemed to have turned into a version of superglue inside. Things were going to have to change.

As the dive boats arrived back at the slip at Kyle after the afternoon dive it was already starting to get dark. The trailers were backed down the slip and each boat was pulled onto its part submerged trailer and strapped down before the car drove forward. Wet suits were gleefully pulled off and warm clothes pulled on. Luke warm day-old tea from thermos flasks was passed around before we loaded up the cars once more and snaked our way back to the Duirinish chalets.