Castaways Sub-Aqua Club
	A Branch (Branch No 2071) of The British Sub-Aqua Club

Sometime in the recent beer blurred past

Falmouth, Cornwall

22nd & 23rd July 2000

Trippers…(or more properly attendees)….in no particular order Ant, Chas, Jake, Suzanne, Nobby, Andrew, Anna, Katy, Paul, Michelle and a couple of other people whose names escape me ….maybe Mr. Ed could fill them in? [Nope! Ed] so my unashamed lack of knowledge is kept a guarded secret…oh, hang on a minute…Kevin was there too.

Ah Kevin…. It is all starting to come back to me now, through the haze a trip in the minibus from London to Falmouth is emerging, not particularly interesting in it's self apart from 2 separate and (to my knowledge) un-related incidents… Firstly Kevin's admission of an irrational fear of bike racks that broke through his normally placid surface on a number of occasions - mainly (but not always) when we were close to cars with bike racks. It's amazing how many of them are out there Kev… they are coming to get you….

Kevin and Anthony hone their pip spitting techniques

And then there was Ant's fascination with children's sweets; having bought a bucket of them, an abrupt braking incident resulted in them being spread across the bus floor (now bearing in mind this is a university minibus hired by such bastions of the community as the rugby club and the society for free love) one would have thought the sweets had ended up at their final resting place. But Ants love for them was so great that he scooped them up off the floor and put them back in his bucket as if nothing had happened. In fact it was only after a few mouthfuls that he conceded that they actually were inedible and thus offered them to Nobby who had been sleeping for the rest of the incident.

Suzanne's turn

Ah but what about the diving? Well, it was with Cornish divers on Steve's Gin palace (nice boat seemed a shame to keep jumping off it) especially as the weather was quite poor, so twice on Saturday we hopped off it into the middle of Falmouth harbour and did a couple of scenics along the edge of the shipping channel.

Where did that one go?

Saturday night was spent, as are most nights of my life, in a local bar where Paul had to be nurtured back to health after a severe attack of jeep envy had struck him on the jetty earlier in the day… (only joking Paul - yours is the biggest jeep I have ever seen - got that line from hearing something similar that Suzanne was saying to Jake…)

Sunday was another lousy day weather wise so the plan to do two dives was shelved and Steve was persuaded to park his palace over a wreck called the Stanwood for the morning. This was a fabulous dive a real picture book wreck draped with fishing nets and a very friendly school of Pollock (which made a nice change having been attacked by the killer Pollock of Wittering in the past).

Then I am afraid it was a fond farewell to Falmouth and back to reality for all apart from Kevin, who unfortunately (after eating Ants sweets) suffered a severe bout of food poisoning and had to have a few days off work…

Chas Spradbery