So I spread a double sandwich with garlic cheese and two thin-cut cherry tomatoes.
Meanwhile Rod and Dusty were coming to a closure.
This was my moment. I pulled my wetsuit outside out and just after Rod came out I walked in. For sure I kept the waterwing close to me, but also when I rattled the anchor chain the water stayed empty except for vast schools of sand eel (the sand eel scandal: in Denmark they are incinerated in energy plants). These hardly change their formation when I dive near them, but splatter out when the dolphin arrives. High time to have my diving bottle filled. Not only because of the allure of the underwater existence, but also for a plan. I know how to blow ringbubbles and want to video the dolphin’s reaction from the seabed.