Diving in Malta

Sunday the 3rd of April was Mothers Day here in the UK.  I was given a less than traditional gift by my son George.  He gave me some lovely white linen trousers.  I wore them later on in the day when I drove to the airport.  Ok so linen isn't the best material for travelling, but . . so what.  I don't care about a few wrinkles.



Manchester Airport bar

I went with six other member of the Dumfries and Galloway Subaqua club to Malta.

I had missed proper sun the sort of sun that makes you seek out the shade.   It was good to be doing things.  Being active, diving, walking places.  It is always interesting to see how things are done in other countries

I really liked the diving.  It was so great to get back in my dear old wetsuit.  Diving is just easier with a wetsuit.  In this instance it was easier, but a little bit colder.    The water was about 16 C the week we were there. 


St Paul's Bay - Malta

The people who dive regularly on the island were still in their drysuits.  The first day out we were teasing them about being soft southerners . . . until after the first days diving.  Then we were wishing for our drysuits.  We toughed it out.    I won't speak for the others but I found that when my mind was occupied on other things, like looking at fish, going through wrecks and underwater caves, I forgot I was cold and really enjoyed the dives. 

One of the things to do on my list was get some deep dives done.  I managed two deep dives onto wrecks.



Um El Faroud

Up until now, I wasn't overly fond of wreck diving.  Now that I see large number of fish that call these wrecks home, I am almost converted.