Today was a brisk 27C in the water, which is about right for this time of year with a mild 10 knots Easterly. It wasn't too long a dive as Jill had National Trust duties to perform, so it was a shallow hunt for the little stuff.
Gobies and blennies were frolicking over the corals and hardpan, skipping gaily as the sun rose overhead, the dive boats starting their engines and pondering on what the day will bring.
There was also a little smattering of banded jawfish to greet dawn and us, the divers, as we wafted through the beautiful briny on the hunt for the elusive and evasive.
Jill and Leslie had a turtle to play with for about 20 minutes or so but I was off busy elsewhere playing with the little folk. Plenty of yellow spotted rays glided effortlessly over the golden sea of sand, like flags flying in a gentle breeze.
This also included the occasional tang who looked as though it had been through the wars but survived to tell the tale, a living reminder to all other fish that danger lurks at every corner (and other such dramatic statements).
The last few minutes of the safety stop were spent with a lovely old giant moray who was more than happy to share his personal space with my camera and I as we frittered and wasted the seconds in an offhand way, waiting for someone or something to show us the way.
Till the next time, dive safe as always.