I went out for the second day running, [sarc.]I just can't get enough of that cold water!]This time my D3's battery had given up the ghost the 8ºc water probably speeding it's demise, to my highly trained senses the water today felt colder if anything.
The spot I had chosen to explore was an outstanding area of beauty with lovely Scots pines coming right down to the shore and not a sinner to be seen.
After suiting up in the cold wet suit from yesterday I headed out. It was about 1.5m at the deepest point that I found and with a featureless mud bottom.Not exactly a cantidate for a national geographic special.
ignoring the rapidly developing Icecream headache stemming from the area between my mask and hood I finned over to some rocks. Yesterday I had surprised some good sized mullet feeding in the shallows but today not even a solitary wrasse was present.
I contented myself with a dozen native oysters that were hanging off the rock.
I guess I will know whether they were safe to eat, tomorrow
The spot I had chosen to explore was an outstanding area of beauty with lovely Scots pines coming right down to the shore and not a sinner to be seen.
After suiting up in the cold wet suit from yesterday I headed out. It was about 1.5m at the deepest point that I found and with a featureless mud bottom.Not exactly a cantidate for a national geographic special.
ignoring the rapidly developing Icecream headache stemming from the area between my mask and hood I finned over to some rocks. Yesterday I had surprised some good sized mullet feeding in the shallows but today not even a solitary wrasse was present.
I contented myself with a dozen native oysters that were hanging off the rock.
I guess I will know whether they were safe to eat, tomorrow