LIDS but no Ariel
London International Dive Show: my dear son Alex's first exposure to acres of neoprene and diving goodies, as well as a unique encounter with Messrs Kohler and Chatterton - hallowed Shadow Divers and lecturers on Titanic. Will try to lure them to Malta because there's lots to talk about, esp. unregulated wreck-stripping.
The wreck of the Ariel was due a visit but a cold and the wind conspired to prevent me or anyone else popping round. Sunk in 1892 carrying wheat (which presumably has swelled up and been eaten by, er, which fish eat wheat?), the Ariel is somewhere between Brighton and Newhaven in 30 metres.
Let us pray to Poseidon for good vis, to Aeolus for good winds, and to er...St.Rhino for a good nose.
PS who is the patron saint of noses and colds? surely some martyr somewhere had his or her nose removed?
The wreck of the Ariel was due a visit but a cold and the wind conspired to prevent me or anyone else popping round. Sunk in 1892 carrying wheat (which presumably has swelled up and been eaten by, er, which fish eat wheat?), the Ariel is somewhere between Brighton and Newhaven in 30 metres.
Let us pray to Poseidon for good vis, to Aeolus for good winds, and to er...St.Rhino for a good nose.
PS who is the patron saint of noses and colds? surely some martyr somewhere had his or her nose removed?
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