When the weather turns sour just before we go scuba diving, our tempers head off in the same direction. Pretty quickly. We get really, really grumpy. Think of a great white shark with an agitated rear-end grumpy.
But instead of wasting precious time and moaning about it for too long, I head off to my local aquarium, cup my eyes with my hands and press my face as tight as I can against the glass. You can pretend to blow bubbles if you want, but people look at you strangely. Believe me on this one.
It’s called ultra dry scuba diving – well, that’s what I’m calling it. My camera also comes with – and sometimes I end up getting a lucky shot, or two. Would rather be wet scuba diving though, but sometimes a diver has to do what a scuba diver has to do.