Plenty parking and less than 30 seconds to the waters edge and less than 5 seconds to the bar. There's three possible entry/exit points, I recommend using the rock pool round to the right as the water is usually level with the top of the ladder and ledge which makes it easy getting in and out with big camera rigs. You're also more sheltered for access/egress when the surface conditions turn rough and less likely to get battered off the wall.
|View from the bar. Beware of boat traffic|
|Amphitrite and some fishy friends|
|The LCM (landing craft, medium) David Nicholson|
|You've seen it now, move along|
|A teenage turtle of the non-mutant variety|
You will of course without fail end up the centre of attraction for the multitude of snappers that roam around wanting attention. We always seem to have the same one follow us every dive, so I called him Spot. I think Jill calls him Gary because he apparently looks like one. Don't ask.....
|Jill with her faithful fish, Gary the snapper (or Spot is you prefer)|
It's akin to drift diving on Cozumel. Just without a boat to pick you up if it all goes pear shaped, so unless your experience level and SAC is really, really good, it's easier to sit in the sun and wait for the conditions to settle down.
We knocked out a 70 minute dive followed by a 105 minute dive to make the morning completes. The second dive was especially entertaining, as soon as we hit the water we were buzz bombed by a squadron of low flying squids. Unfortunately I only got a chance for a quick , haphazard shot before they flew off into the depths, so excuse the quality.
|Dive, dive, dive!|
As always on the second dive, for me, its about the macro/close up work. And although some of the smaller stuff was proving to be elusive, there was still plenty to be found for the eagle-eyed diver. I am still consulting my books, but I think the little tyke hiding in the sand in the shot below is a female sailfinned blenny. If I'm wrong, please feel free to correct me.
|Correct answers on a postcard|
Jill made a nice find of a spotted drum fish and as usual with drum fish, they like to hide in the most inaccessible, impossible spaces which never makes our lives easy when trying to get a shot. Not my best ever shoot of a drum fish but considering the small space I had to shove myself and rig into, it could have been worse.
|Next time, drum fish, next time......|
The flamingo tongue cowries were out in force and everywhere you looked they were either on the sand, on the coral, on the rocks like someone had scooped up a bucket load and thrown them over the reef. Maybe they were having a party and we weren't invited.
|Snails, lots of them|
Further up the reef on the right hand side, I came across the Caribbean twin of Grandfather lobster from St Abbs back home. This thing was enormous. Easily the size of Grandfather, minus the pincers and it wasn't afraid to get into a staring contest with my camera.
For a moment he looked like he was going to drag me down into the depths but I think he thought it would be too much effort to get me out the neoprene wrapper.
|Grandfather's warm water cousin|
We headed back into the shallows and on the way back, I checked out one of the little sandy holes than pockmark the hard pan and was delighted to find a lettuce leaf slug which was the icing on the cake for today's diving.
|This little fellow made the morning's diving worth it|
Out the water by 11.45am and sitting at the bar for cocktails by noon. Perfect. As always when shore diving here, you can swim out at the surface to get to the made drop off, but that's not something we personally do as the surface conditions are occasionally pants and you also have the issues of boat traffic. So unless your gas management is especially chronic, just get in the water, get down and enjoy the fantastic scenery.