Rescue Diver Course

We are also running the last Rescue Diver course until March next year, so if you dive regularly as an advanced diver, go on a couple of club trips a year and have not yet learnt how to perform a self rescue or assist your buddy in the unlikely event of an emergency, then you need to get on this course now….
Although the chances of anything going wrong are remote, it is, unfortunately, not impossible so this is really not a course that you should put off.
The course is run over two weekends (2nd/3rd – 9th/10th November) and starts in the classroom with a few hours of academics and a pool session on the Saturday. The next day is taken up with the Medic First Aid course, teaching everything from CPR to bleeding control, although it is worth remembering that the course is not only about diver first aid but all aspects of first aid. Finally we get to practice everything that we need to know in the open water on the following Saturday, before the final scenario practice and tests on the Sunday.
This is a fun course that could save a life one day so don’t put it off too long.

COST Rescue Diver Course £229
Medic First Aid £69

FEATURE ARTICLES BY CLUB MEMBERS

Scapa Flow.....Anchors away !
by Paul Hart

A bit of history.
June 1919 and 74 warships of the German High Seas fleet lay interned in Scapa Flow during the armistice at the end of the First World War. The Fleet had become part of the negotiations for peace and what would eventually become the Treaty of Versailles. The Admiral of the German Fleet only had access to newspapers which were several days old and when the date for the signing of the treaty came and went he believed the fleet would be seized and used against his country. Unbeknown to him the date for the signing had been extended by two days.

At 10:30am June 21st Rear Admiral von Reuter gave to signal to scuttle the ships, their sea-cocks were opened and the keys thrown overboard and sea-water pipes were smashed to make sure nobody could prevent the sinking. By 4pm 52 of the ships lay at the bottom of the flow, the Royal Navy having been able to beach the others to prevent them sinking. Between 1920 and 1946 many of the ships where raised or blasted for salvage. Today, luckily for us, 8 warships of the Fleet remain on the bottom of Scapa Flow. Scapa Flow has always been high on my list of places to go diving, the chance to dive some of the largest warships ever made has a certain appeal. It may not be the Caribbean in terms of temperature or viz but that’s not what Scapa is about. It’s about wrecks, very big wrecks.

Most of the remains of the fleet are in deep water – around 35 to 40 metres – so if we were to get any sort of descent bottom time the dives were going to have to be decompression dives and we would need plenty of gas. With that in mind twin sets and at least one 7 litre deco cylinder would be required. Luckily everyone on the trip had this type of set up and were also nitrox qualified so we would all be able to dive similar profiles.

Not wanting to bore you with the travel details, our detour to John O’Groats, the Posiedon Adventure ferry crossing and nearly losing our accommodation, I’ll skip that and get to the diving. Gory details at the club meeting if you want them. Day 1 We were diving on the MV Crombie, skippered by Mark Reeves, a good sized boat and well equipped for diving. The first dive of the trip was on the recommendation of Graham, the Radiation, a large wooden fishing boat in about 23 metres. We needed something not too deep to test out our gear and this was supposedly an excellent dive with good viz. Hmm … I think Graham has spent too much time in Stoney ! The second dive was on the F2, a second world war German Destroyer which sank in 1946. The wreck is on it’s port side and has been blasted heavily for scrap but the front section including a 4.1 inch gun and the bridge and mast are still reasonably intact. When it sank it also pulled down the barge that was towing it, but we were unable to find this even after following the guide line to it.

Day 2
Now everyone was happy with their equipment setup we could dive the deeper wrecks. As a group we decided to dive on 30% nitrox with a planned bottom time of 30 minutes. We would let our computers work out the deco times for us but would decompress on 50% nitrox to give us a good safety margin for the week.
Wreck 3 was the Dresden Light Cruiser, in about 36 metres, it is submerged in mud up to it’s midships on it’s port side. Most of the wreck is intact but the area behind the bridge has been blasted. This was my first time on a big wreck and it’s difficult to picture what the whole wreck looks like. The years have taken their toll and marine growth and collapsed metalwork make it difficult to see what part of the ship you are on sometimes, but a great dive.
Dive 4 was a shallow dive on the flattened wreck of the S54. This is unrecognisable as a ship but has lots of marine life around it and still makes an interesting dive. I have some of it on video. Graham and myself were excited by finding what appeared to be a twin barrelled machine gun sticking out of the sand some way off the wreck. However much digging with knives proved it to be some sort of steel pipework. Gutted !!

Day 3 Another deep dive this time on the Brummer, another Light Cruiser on it’s starboard side. In similar condition to the Dresden but has not had it’s middle blasted out. I took the video once again but was disappointed not to have it switched on when a large seal swam right in front of me and into the wreck – at 35 metres. Doing my best seal impression to Graham by clapping my hands, he told me later on the surface he thought I was narc’d. Dive 6 was one of Cliff’s old favourites – the V83. You may have seen his pride and joy brass pump in the shop and he found it here several years ago. This time he was sure he knew where to find the rest of it. Sure enough he spent an hour digging a hole in the sand at the stern in a cloud of silt and emerged with a brass flange and a broad grin. The rest of us spent the dive trying to find somewhere away from the silt cloud ! Day 4 Graham was desperate to redeem himself after The Radiation, so suggested the James Barrie – another fishing boat, this time in 42 metres and in a strong tidal area. This meant that the wreck was swept clean twice a day and boy did he redeem himself. The viz was excellent, 15 to 20 metres, and it was possible to see almost the length the wreck. Brilliant ! The downside was we had to be on the wreck at 7:30 in the morning so we had to be on the boat by 6am !! Also we only got 20 minutes on the wreck and had to do nearly 40 minutes of deco, but it was worth it.

I got it all on video and set a new depth record for my homemade housing. No sponges required, Richard ! We decided to skip the second dive and we were back at port by just after 10am ready to go shopping for the mandatory Scapa shirts and hats. Day 5 At 576 feet long and 100 feet wide (they measured the old way then) The Kronprinz Wilhelm is one of three huge Battleships left in the flow. All of them are upside down and when you land on the upturned hull you might think you were on the seabed, however a quick check of your depth gauge shows only 15 metres and once you have found the side of the wreck you still have 20 metres to go before you get to the bottom. These things are colossal, so big in fact that we all argued as to where we thought we were on the wreck once back on the surface. Graham and myself had been looking for the big 12 inch guns but had not found them and as a group we decided another dive on this wreck was needed.

From video of James Barrie at 42 metres

Dive 9 and a chance for us all to find some interesting stuff. Bottle runs. These are areas where ships have been moored over the years and are basically rubbish tips. Any old bottles, china and rubbish not required on the ships went over the side, only to become treasure for divers tens of years later. A collection of bottles, eggcups, plates, shell casings and other tat soon appeared on the boat.

From video of Kronprinz at 35 metres

Day 6 The Kronprinz revisited. The skipper of the boat could not believe we missed the guns – we must have been blind he said. This time he would send his trusty deck hand, Wayne, down with us to show us where they were. Could he find them, could he hell ! He had to leave the search as he was low on air but we were in the right area and did find them eventually. As the wreck is upside down you need to swim in under the deck some way to find them then look up. Focusing your mind is the thought of 29,000 tons of rusting steel just above you, resting on a gun turret. A quick picture and there was just time to have a look around the bridge and mast before the deco starts to rack up and it’s time to leave for the surface and then ridicule Wayne about buying a guide dog. Dive 11 and everyone wanted another bottle run. This time Keith found a complete intact container with 6 live vary pistol flares in it. The flares had a sticker written in German and dated 1942 – what a find. He generously donated them to Wayne who couldn’t believe his luck.

The following day was the trip home and we had an extra passenger. Cliff had spotted a nice anchor near the hotel and after a bit of haggling had bought it. It was quite small, compared to that on a battleship, weighing about 400 pounds and standing about 5 feet tall. Anyway we did manage to lift it in the van – all five of us. With our dive gear piled round it any passing police officers probably wouldn’t have noticed it and so long as Cliff didn’t brake too hard nobody was likely to be killed or maimed.

All in all a good trip and a great experience to dive on these historic ships. If you get the chance then do it, before the sea finally wipes them into the history books. One last piece of advice…. When diving from boats always remember the following,

1. Make sure your drysuit is zipped up before you put your twinset on.
2. Make sure your twinset is untied from the handrail before standing up.
3. Make sure your regs are screwed into your manifold before jumping into the water.
4. Make sure you do not almost leave your dive computer on the boat.
5. Definitely don’t do all of the above on one dive !!!! No names, no pack drill.

Pictures available on the new Club Photo Album page.

NOURISHMENT NOT PUNISHMENT.
Or, in other words,
The CDWC Club Bar-B-Q.
By Fireman Sam.

So here we go again people. It is of course that time of the year where we detest, errr I mean look forward to the pilgrimage to the mecca of bar-b-q sites, the lovely riverside abode we call……Granchester, (I`m sorry people, I can`t jazz it up any better than that). But wait, why should it need sending up when we love every little blade of grass, every drop of bubbling river water and those packages that the cows seem to leave right in the wrong place. But the main thing is of course the good food and good conversation. But as you know, no event would be complete without me good self in attendance so I took a break from my evening pastime of sniffing bicycle saddles and rolled on over. Hold on though, I hear you say, who is this mystery person?…..Sarge?…..No.Rosemarie the telephone operator?…..No. Henry the mild mannered janitor?…..No. Fireman Sam the mouthpiece, earpiece and mantelpiece of the worlds best dive club?…..Could be!!!!! Of course it`s me! If you want to know what`s going up, down and round and round then I`m the one to tune into. With my fingers on the pulse and various other body parts of the club, I bring you, the wonderful hers and sirs, what you want to hear. Not so much pear shape, more ship shape. I`ll tell you though, if you people think that you live in a rough neighbourhood, listen to this. I was out the other day, taking the dog for a drag, when I stopped by the local to pick up a paper. When I looked outside again, the dog was up on bricks! What are the chances of that then!.

Oh stop it, your killing me. Right then, it was a warm cloudless evening that greeted me as I fired up the old lurve cruiser. A steady drive over was called for but first just a slight detour to pick up the favourite one. Oh yes, you know her. She`s bad, she`s beautiful, she`s Miss Breathless. Looking cool, calm and collected, she presented me with plate fulls of rather pucker desserts which looked the bees knees. Having been told to keep my hands off, (the desserts that is!), we boarded the wheels and set off in the direction that all the local fire engines seemed to be heading for. I shouldn't have worried. The air was filled with the smell of great food, chit chat and laughs. The chicken looked foul, (get it!), the old pasting table strained under pressure of all the sauce and add ons but it took the weight. Lots of old and new faces to mingle with kept me busy. It was great to see you all there.

As darkness fell I took the opportunity to strain me veg under the cover of a large tree while the usual lighting of the beacons kicked off. Fearing an air drop by a passing R.A.F plane mistaking us for a landing strip, I moved to the outer edges for a bit of stargazing. Found the plough OK but couldn't quite make out why the Nags Head wasn't there. Stars was never my strong point. All too soon the night came to a close so having torched half the riverbank as we turfed out the hot coals from the barbie, we loaded up and bid farewell to another blinding club do. Great stuff!.

OK then folks, that`s your lot. As ever, many thanks to those of you who were involved in the organising, preping and cooking the food, an absolute fab job was done by all. And of course, who can forget those wonderful desserts provided by the favourite one herself and very nice they were too. Thanks also to all of you people who turned up and I hope you all had as good a time as I did.

Take care folks, C U soon,

The Fireman.

We'd Like to share a secret by John and Hazel Belchamber Diving in St Eustatius We'd never heard of St Eustatius, or Statia to give it its local name, until we got talking to Rudy Hess of Dive Statia at the London Dive Show in February. But, we heard enough to go home and start interrogating the internet for flight times and deals. Within a couple of days we were emailing Rudy to arrange a two week dive and hotel package in June - we are so glad that we did. So, where is Statia? It is a small (2 miles by 4 miles) volcanic Caribbean island in the Dutch Antillies. The island's closest neighbours are Saba and St Kitts, both of which you can see on a clear day. To get to there we flew with Air France to Paris, then onto St Maarten (an 8.5 hour flight) and then used the local operator, Win Air to fly onto Statia (a 20 minute hop) via Saba. If you haven't been to Saba, landing there is an experience in itself and is not for the faint-hearted, the pilot almost has to stall the plane in order to ensure he doesn't run out of runway! Despite French Air Traffic control's best efforts to disrupt the start of our holiday, we arrived safely and on time at Statia. We had a wonderfully warm welcome. We were met at the airport and taken to the Kings Well Resort where, our hosts for the next fortnight, Laura and Win were waiting to greet us. About five minutes later, Rudy and his wife, Rinda, arrived and we spent a very pleasant first evening together, enjoying Laura and Win's excellent food. We couldn't have wished for a better start to our holiday.
As usual, we couldn't wait to see what the diving would be like and arranged to dive with Rudy the next morning. This set the pattern for most of our time on Statia, starting with our 5.00 am alarm call - one of the local, free range cockerels. We'd saunter down to breakfast around 7.30 am and Rudy would join us for coffee and some of Laura's cookies around 8.00 am. Rudy would then drive us over to the dive shop (around a 3 minute drive) ready to start the day's diving. Our first dive was to Barracuda Reef. This proved to be aptly named. This dive also provided our first close encounter with a turtle, one of a number we were to be fortunate enough to see during our stay. We then went to what became one of our favourite sites, the Aquarium. In doing so, we were joining a small, very privileged group of divers. In all, we were to do four dives at Aquarium, including the first night dive ever to take place at this site. Why did we dive it four times? Well, apart from the pristine coral, the wonderful variety of sponges.
		We got to see octopus both on the night dive and during the day, southern sting rays, barracuda, turtle, arrow crabs, hermit crabs, spotted morays, a spotted snake eel, plus much much more. All on a dive where it is impossible to get lost! As well as wonderful reefs, Statia also has a stunning wreck dive, the Stenapa. We dived this wreck during the day and at night. At night, the soft corals which cover the hull and the small tug which sits a few metres away transform these wrecks and provide a brilliant yellow display. We enjoyed the diving so much, we totalled 60 dives between us (John 31 and Hazel 29) and had identified just short of 130 of species of fish and crustaceans.
Other sightings included nurse shark, Black-tip reef shark, peacock flounder, queen angelfish, queen triggerfish, squid, schools of jacks, green moray and the biggest lobsters we've ever seen Most days we did two dives, the first just after 9.00 am, the second, around 11.30 am. It was possible, however, to do four dives a day, including a night dive. Between dives, we returned to the Dive Shop where cold drinks were always available on the house. The water temperature varied between 28 and 29 degrees. The majority of dives were in the 17 to 25 metre range but we did some plus 30 metre dives. Visibility was generally around 15 to 20 metres. All of the dive sites we visited were accessed by boat. None take long to get to, the furthest being just over 10 minutes away. Dive Statia uses a specially designed catamaran which can take up to around 8 divers comfortably. Having said that, there were only a couple of dives which reached those sort of numbers. On a number of dives, it was just the two of us with Rudy or Bill, the other instructor.
		There are a number of things which make Statia special, not just the wonderful diving. Laura, Win, Rudy, Rinda, Bill and his girlfriend Cindy, all went out of their way to make sure that Statia felt like a second home. Then there is the stunning scenery provided by the Quill, the dormant volcano and last, but not least, the animals, both domestic and wild. Donkeys, goats and chickens all wander around freely and the Kings Well Resort provides a home for three dogs, including Jake, a Great Dane, two cats, parrots and iguanas. In addition, whilst you eat your meals, you can watch bees and song birds feeding on the cane sugar Laura puts out specially for them.
We had such a great time, we are already planning a return visit in the not too distant future. To find out more about diving in Statia, visit the Dive Statia website, www.divestatia.com or email Rudy and Rinda on info@divestatia.com.

The Dive Trip to Pembrokeshire
And other animals!
By Fireman Sam.
Special Guest, Miss Breathless.

Oh people, I`m very disappointed in you lot. Not only have certain club punters tried to drag my already useless reputation through the muck and bullets, after a slight mishap on one of the Thursday jollies up at the good puddle Stoney Cove, but it was left to me good self and Miss Breathless to carry the threadbare flag of the worlds greatest dive club along to the Pembrokeshire trip. Hang your heads in shame. All I can say is that you missed a blinder.

Right then, enough of the finger pointing. I can take it anyway with my Teflon skin, so there. I`ll bypass the intros and cut straight to the chase. You all know me by now, and if you don`t, unlucky.

Friday. Armed with a good weather forecast for the weekend and an overloaded VW Polo, me and the good lady hit the roads. Steady progress was made and after a refuel at just over halfway, it was me good self`s time to get my hands on the wheel. Que some doggy gear changing and nifty overtaking manoeuvers and we were there in no time. After a tour of the Pembrokeshire coast line in the dark we found our place of rest, the Hope Cove campsite. Lovely. Only one problem, it was dark so in the blaze of headlights up went the accommodation. As always I had trouble getting it up, but the tent? The tent was cool, (only kidding).

After a night broken only by the sound of a vomiting fellow campist and a strange taste in my mouth, the result of brushing my teeth in the washing up sink, I awoke to morning of blazing sunshine and calm winds. We saddled up and headed off to west Wales Divers H.Q and our first port of call. The fact that every place name ended in Haven confused me a bit was a minor problem, and we were soon on the right boat at the right location. Dive one was a brill drifter along the North Wall just off the shore at Broad Haven. While we all busied ourselves with gearing up, a lone porpoise frolicked in the water not far from us. Lots of dead mens fingers, sea fans and sponges in a current that at times was a bit of a challenge. Back on shore, bottles were filled with air and people filled with food while Miss Breathless caught some rays, (Never did find out who this Ray bloke was).

Dive two, and a lovely cruise over the sand flats just along from the North Wall. Current was slight and vis not bad. Scallops, spidercrabs and various other wildlife greeted us. I choose the time to practice a bit of spidercrab wrestling but to my surprise the poor hapless creature I had picked on proved more of a handful than I had anticipated. Jumping around and claws nipping, we settled for a points draw. Miss Breathless took the opportunity to practice her laughing through a regulator trick which did`nt sound too bad. But the prize of the dive has to go to Miss Breathless for seeing and correctly identifying a pipe fish making it`s way through the seaweed. Nice one. Back on dry land, it was a case of a bit of shower and shine, (in the right sink this time), popped out for meal and drinks and crashed out in the tents.

Sunday, and another day of blistering heat and easy winds. Miss Breathless, looking a bit lobstered, awoke and declared that she`d spent the night with most of the insect population of the campsite. Lucky insects!!!! . Dive three was out from a little place called St Martin`s, right next door to the local church. We boarded and headed out to The Stacks for a bit of gully diving. More dead mens fingers, common and sun starfish and a wonderful group of zebra wrasse were to be seen. Did`nt see the seal which had eyed us up just before we`d got in, never mind. Back on dry land, the church was in full swing but I don`t think it would have gone down too well if I`d praised the lord in my drysuit. Having decided to do only one dive, we loaded up and rolled off for the six or so hours drive home. Again, me good self did the Nigel Mansell bit. Gear changing was not quite as good as before but the high performance machine made it back in one piece. A dam fine weekend all round.

So there you are people, told you it was a blinder. As always to end with, the name and shame bit. Thanks to West Wales Divers for a faultless performance and those nice sausage sarnies, yum yum. Thanks to the Hope Cove campsite for putting us up and putting up with us. Sorry I gave Thomas the rabbit the arse ache. And of course to the one and only Miss Breathless, who still complains that it`s my fault that her air consumption is too high. All I can say is just think about the dive. Cheers lady.

O.K then, you know the next bit. Take care down there.

Later people

The Fireman.

P.S Sorry there`s been no piece about Norfolk, but it was bloody pants!!!!!

WHITE VAN MEN GO WESTSIDE.
Or The CDWC Trip To Oban.
By Fireman Sam.

Oh heck people, what’s all this then. Two trips in the same month? I’ll tell ya, my poor arse has been dragging like some tired old dog, I just can’t handle the pace anymore. But, as you know folks, I can take it. I might be as useful as an ash try on a motorbike, but hey, people, you love me like a hole in the head. Yes, you’ve guessed it, it’s me! The Fireman, bringing you the lovely hers and sirs of the greatest dive club in the universe, all the info that you want and need to know. And have I got a belter for you lot!. Went to Oban, went diving, came home. Oh yes! It’s a mini adventure. (for gods sake someone shut him up !!!!! - ed)

Right then, things got off to a good start. Blazing sunshine and blue skies was to be had as I pulled up to the depot, (the shop to you lot!). Was a bit worried when I had to unload a single bed out of the van but just took it as red. Only just a half an hour late this time when we hit the road. Not bad by club standards. The road trip was going well, right up to the point where a fruit and veg lorry decided to go up in smoke on the A74 main road. And it wasn’t my fault we got held up in it because of the sarnie stop!. If that wasn’t bad enough, the only bridge we needed to get over to the accommodation was closed because of……painting. PAINTING OF ALL THINGS. I didn’t get flustered, didn’t get overheated, I just took it on the chin and we were soon on our way. After a quick pit stop for liquid and solid refreshment at a watering hole where the prices didn’t cost an arm and a leg, we arrived at the five star retreat, (I think not!). No, only kidding. It was warm, comfortable and clean. But enough about the local totty, the lodge was great.

Day two, and the day looked good , a bit cloudy but mild and rain free. Great! We pulled up at the marina and unloaded. He boat looked rather fine, roomy and quick off the mark. First dive? The wreck of the Breada, an old liberty ship just a quick hop away. Unfortunately, the dive lacked a certain attention to technical detail. Oh yes, were talking about regulators that had a mind of there own. After a bit of flapping on the bottom and a rapid assent, the situation was under control. Not a problem, well not for me anyway. The leader of the pack had a face like a fried boot people. Soon the air was filled with the sound of allen keys and spanners being used and abused. A short time later and everything was peachy. Dive two and again it was back on the Breada and this time a good old scrating around was called for. In and out of holds, kicking up silt and a close examination of bit and pieces kept us busy. The shotline strained a bit when we all hung off it at the three meter stop, but that was cool. The usual carryon then took over, as in get in van, get fed, (by the way, the fruit crumble was bloody lovely!), get slaughtered, fall out van, fall into bed! You know the old routine folks.

Day three, and a strange smell woke me from my slumber on the put-you-up bed. My god, it was the smell of garlic muscles and overactive rear ends! You could have cut the air with a claymore! No wonder we’re the only lodge on site where the front door remains constantly open! A bit of fresh air and I was well away. First dive of the day was The Shuna, a steamship like the Breda but a bit smaller. Not so much silt on this one and plenty of things to see. Like all the winding gear and oil coolers in hold three and watching air flowing freely from a knackered dry suit inflation hose, the property of number one diver, while doing the safety stop. Nice! I’ll tell you what people, without me tool kit, he’d have been on his way home in no time. Not to worry. After a refuelling stop at the rather nice island of Tobermory, (no, not where some womble lives either), we headed back out. Next dive, The Hispania, another medium size steamship. Only one problem, the current was running a bit but as we were told, would be a lot calmer on the bottom. Oh yea!!!! It wasn`t so much a shotline in the water, more like a washing line! It`s probley the first time I`ve done a safety stop on my back. Great!. The wreck though was damm good. Totally silt free and covered in marine life of all sorts. Back at base camp, a major problem had arisen. Roadworkers had kindly put a digger shovel through the main water supply to the campsite so no hot water and no shower! I wasn’t too surprised when we found ourselves on our own in the corner of the local, but the night was not too be a total loss with Mush winning a free hundred pound service for his car despite the fact it was over five hundred miles away!!!! Maybe not such a good win after all.

Day four, and after the heating engineer failed to sort out the workings of the grill which was repaired by number one diver, things kicked off with a fry up. The dive was put back from nine to ten. Nothing to do with the fact that people were in s#?t shape after the late nights had started to catch up with us, it was just more convenient for the wreck course, (oh OK). Soon back up to speed, we were joined by a few friends for our last two dives of the trip. Again, it was back to the Breda for a bit of line laying and mapping the wreck for the course. Didn’t quite go to plan but still good diving was had by all. After all that came the highlight of the trip…….A few rounds of pitch and putt on the local green! Oh blimey , an absolute scream! Then, the bit I was really looking forward to. My introduction to the land of curry and things linked to it! Oh my! Get them loo rolls packed into the fridge, Ooooh me arse! I needn’t have worried, the meal was fab! I would tell you what it was but I can’t spell the damm thing. Still, it was great.

Day five, our last day of the trip, has us packing and loading for the journey back. Having shaped up and shipped out, the trip was smooth and hassle free and after some eight hours I was back, knackered but well pleased.
So there you have it punters. A damm fine show all round. As always, the usual name and shame bit. Many thanks to Andy at Alchemy Divers for all the usual diving related things. Ta also to The Trallee Holiday Park for having us stay, a very fine place it was to. And of course, thanks to number one diver himself, Richard, for leaving that disgusting smell in his bedroom which nearly took my face off and not telling me about it when I walked in. Nice.
OK then people, that’s your lot. Take care down there folks and watch this space……

Much Regards,

The Fireman.

CDWC BUDDY LINE

Don't forget you can find out how to contact your mates from the club on the CDWC Buddy Line. You can also add your own details. Don't be shy.

And finally ....

A reminder about club diving days

As winter approaches don't forget we are still running the club diving days at Stoney Cove on the last Thursday of the month. If you have qualified over the summer and want to get a few dives in with an Instructor or Assistant Instructor, before the water cools down, now is your chance. The trips will run all through the winter so long as there is enough interest - so don't be put off by the weather, get yourself a dry suit and dive all year.