BenL

Originally Posted by BenL

Looking back, there are many things in life one might regret. Right up there for me is my reluctance to join a dive club. I’ve all the excuses – too far away from the sea, young family, don’t want to dive in all but optimal conditions, blah-blah. I freely admit I’m a bit of an opportunist. A dive tart, if you will. It’s OK. I’m comfortable with that. To be honest, my diving needs to be on my terms or, rather, the terms dictated by my circumstance. I’ve managed to tag along with others on organised

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Originally Posted by BenL

“We’re going to Cornwall with your sister”
“Oh, will I get to go diving”?
<Silence>

And so it began. My mind was now in overdrive trying to think of a way to get wet without incurring the wrath of a non-diving spouse, in whose head the idea of cladding oneself in rubber and jumping into the briny is as far removed from the family holiday ideal as it’s possible to get. Not to mention the fact that this was a supremely selfish request on my part, for which many brownie

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