plymouth 09
Plymouth august bank holiday by becky
Got dragged out of bed at a stupid time by my dad to go on a trip to Plymouth. We started at 6 in the morning on a cold wet Friday morning, never realised there was two 6 o clock in a day .The boat was already outside the house so I didn’t have far to go .we seemed to drive for ages before my dad decided to stop and let me have a break and go for a wee. First time we stopped, dad turned around and said “nah, let’s stop at the next one.” We didn’t stop at the next one; we must have passed like 3 stops before we did. We finally stopped at a little chef, had some food and hit the road. From then, it all went wrong. Take my advice NEVER USE TOM TOM ITS CRAP. Anyway, we somehow managed to get lost down some country lanes, tiny country lanes. Dad was swearing every minute about cars, the lanes, and getting lost. We managed to turn around and get back on track, and we finally got un-lost! But there was more bad news. We have no diesel left in our tank. And we had to go up like 5 hills. It was hard work. But we made it to mount batten, litterly running on fumes. We got there, managed to put the boat into the water and then rang Neil to get some diesel for us. We then made our way to the camp site, it was now about 3o’clock and we got to mount batten at 12 three hours just flew by. When we got to the camp site, we set the tent up and then went for tea with Neil, Sam, my dad and me. Then we went to bed. The next day, my dad woke me up at bloody 7 so we could get to the harbour at 8. I had some kind of packet food for breakfast which was pretty nice. We got to the harbour at 8 and started to set everything up for diving. We got onto the boat and then had a very bumpy ride to Egan layne. When we went diving, I saw some fishes and lots or starfish and crabs which was pretty good! When we came up we jumped back onto the boat and waited for Sam and Neil to go down and go for a dive. Then we went back and I was latterly DYEING for the bog. So I managed to run to the car pull my dry suit off and go for a wee. Had some dinner at Mountbatten café and waited for an hour and then got back onto the boat. It was another bumpy ride and I kept feeling like I was going to fly off. When we got to our next diving spot, the Scylla, we went into the water and onto the wreck. I really liked this wreck it was fun going into the holes and looking inside. I saw a conga eel, but we didn’t manage to take a picture because of my father being so slow now a days, it must be his age. When we went inside a hole I just gave my dad the line and shot off inside the wreck. When we got inside the boat, he managed to lose his knife unfortunately but he was not that bothered, well he didn’t look that bothered anyway but Sam lost hers too and she was pissed off. When we got back to the harbour we went and got everything off the boat. On the way back to the campsite, Neil rang us up, he had ants on his tent which was pretty funny at the time, also a squirrel had got into our tent and eaten some of our food. That night we went out to an Indian restaurant for tea and I had chicken curry. Yummy. After, everyone was pissed out of their minds and I was thinking “why am I stood here with a bunch of prats.” This was pretty scary. My dad and Phil and Neil wanted to follow some girls into a night club but I and Sam put a stop to that, then everyone was tired so they went to sleep. The next day, the sea was a little rough, we tried to get back to the Scylla but it was to rough so we managed to catch up with peter in his boat (think he wants to be a jet pilot) and we turned around and went to penlee point, which was a scenic dive, there were lots of shells & lots of crabs and starfish and things like that. Then we came back up and sat on the boat, and the boat was rocking up and down and up and down. Then we went back to the harbour and had some more food. My dad let Sam have a drive of the boat this time, she was great and she looked like she really enjoyed it .We then went back onto the sea and went diving on the Breakwater. We went down and after like 15 minutes- me and my dad spilt up and I really did crap my dry suit. My training kicked in and I sent my dsmb up but it got tangled so I had to let it go. Sod this I thought just go up and hope Neil and Sam are nearby with the boat. I managed to get the surface safely and find my dad and we went back down but I stayed litterly next to him because I was scared, bet he thought he would be able to claim on my life insurance, UNLUCKY. We then came up and I drove the boat round for abit and my dad let me have a go at driving it and I drove it round this building thing and then we waited for Neil and Sam to come back up on the boat. After that we went back to port and I drove it back and took it onto the pontoon under close watch of my dad, we then headed back to the campsite. We then went to a cavery and had some Sunday roast. Lloyd and Jonathon were tired so they went to bed; I hope that when I get to Jonathon age I don’t get tired as easily as him, POOR THING, NEEDED HIS BEAUTY SLEEP. The next day, we spent most of morning packing up our camping stuff and our tent. Then watching everyone else packs their stuff. We then headed down to the harbour for our last dive in Plymouth. We dived the Scylla and I found my dad’s knife! It was in the wreck and dad was so proud. We saw some more fishes and to be honest I saw quite a lot of fishes all the way through the weekend! Then, went back to the harbour and me and Sam were litterly DIEYING for the toilet. So dad dropped us off at the pontoon and we ran to the toilets. After that we helped get the boats onto the trailers, and then went for something to eat and drink. We then set off back to Blackpool! It took it 5 hours and we past Peter and Stuart then they passed us and then we got back to Blackpool it was pissing it down, We stopped at the petrol station to fill the boat up with fuel and got pissed wet through washing the boat off, couldn’t figure out why we had to wash the boat off in a monsoon when there was more water coming out of the sky than the power washer, we got really wet, Well my dad did, I got to sit in the car and enjoy the warm in car heat. Then we drove to the cricket club to put the boat away- and it was still pissing it down. I helped my dad wash the engine out and do lots of other things like blow the air out of the tubes and pump it back in (which was very hard work!). Then we backed the boat into the garage and then drove home for some tea! Over all I enjoyed this weekend and I would love to do it again!
Becky midd
Sports diver age 13