They staggered to the top of the hill, sweat dripping from their manly torso's,Vet gasping for air in the morning heat, the sun taking it's toll on our two heroe's, until Bandit turned and shouted in triumph, "Vet we've made it". They stood, feet planted firmly apart, buttock's clenched in that well known MSD stance and admired the calm mill pool view of the Dorset coastline (as you can see from the photo's we took). With renewed strength they picked up their dive gear, Vet gritting his teeth, Bandit said, "come on, we can do this", staggering under the weight of their cargo they descended onto the beach, with one more mighty effort they made it. Grinning at each other Bandit said, "That was the toughest 30 yards ever". Vet could'nt speak he was awe struck by the beauty of Chesil beach.....basically, he was knackered.
Taking a directional reading and pin-pointing exactly where he was, Bandit led the first dive, Vet being an experianced diver himself had every faith in Bandit's navigational skills in the open sea. Down they went, viz a cracking 10 to 15 mtrs, sea temp 17 degree's, straight away a huge cuttlefish moved away slowly, Vet and Bandit scrabbled for their camera's and managed to take a picture of themselves taking a picture.......????
Meandering between huge rocks covered in red, green, purple, white and many more colours they spotted an abundance of wild life, our heroe's pointed, prodded, chased and gasped, every where they looked animal and fish life came out just to say hello. All too soon the dive was over, Bandit, following his compass navigational directions, surfaced within 3 feet of where they went in (actually, it was 3 feet 7 and 1 tenth of an inch to be exact if you want to be perdantic).
Walking manfully up the pebbled beach, they reached for their towels, Vet cried out, Bandit spun round and laughed as Vet realized he had forgotten his towel, with that cheeky smile we all love so much, Bandit handed Vet his towel and said "no worries you can use mine". Vet winked, and with the sea glinting off their manly bodies they stood side by side admiring the views. The second dive was just as good too, Bandit's Navigational skills never faltered.
9.30 in the evening after meeting with Rob the Lobster hunter, they descended into the black depths of the Dorset sea, stopping here and there, searching, always searching, Lobby lobster must be found, our heroe's were HUNGRY..............All of a sudden, there was a light, Bandit turned and there was Best Buddy pointing under a rock, Rob the Lob was there in an instant, grabbed Lobby Lobster, a huge fight ensued but we all knew the out come, Lobby was in the pot that night, he made a dash for freedom but it was no good, Lobby was surrounded, claws up, he gave in. Triumphantly they marched back up the beach with their manly catch.
The next day our intrepid buddies were on the boat Scimitar, facing into the wind with that manly heroic MSD stance, the sun glinting off their teeth as they smiled, they slapped their thighs in anticipation of the dive to come, the Black Hawk. All too soon they were descending the shot line onto the wreckage, searching in and out of the metal, suddenly a movement, they stopped, looked, Bandit shone his torch into the hole, pointing for Vet to look, a huge conger moved then settled back, huge shoals of cod and coal fish moved around them, once off the wreck they settled into the drift, stopping here and there to pick up scollops, what a dive, they drifted for nearly half a mile until it was time to surface. Once on the surface our heroe's were whooping with joy, what a dive to end the day with.
Once back at the quayside, they said their fare wells, tears in their eyes Rob and Smudge pleaded with them to stay, but alas, Bandit and Vets wives needed them. With backs straight and shoulders broad they walked manfully to the car, with a wink and a cheeky smile they left.
