Hispania

Gordon McKeown

The other divers arrived and George cast off and we set sail out through the mouth of little Lochaline and into the open Sound. The scenery became increasingly dramatic but I wasn't seeing it anymore. My raw inexperience was morphing into dread.

We were soon alongside the small orange buoy that marks the spot, bang in the centre of the waterway, where the Hispania lies. I felt awkward and clumsy in my kit - it felt so heavy, and the trilaminate dry suit seemed about three sizes too large. There was a slight breeze and the surface of the sea was chopped up in little white horses. ... (continues)