Gradually my breathing calmed and the pleasure began. Where normally I only have a limited stay now was there in plentyfold. Lovely open spaces bordered with various weeds and suddenly she was there. Dusty. She circled around me as if I was a nonpareil. I saw her thinking, what are you doing here, don’t you have to go up for air, are you to stay here for good???
As if she could or would not understand, she swam off to one of the many Sunday canoes. I consulted my compass and so headed exactly into the wrong direction. Upon and in the sand miraculous life comes to light. Tiny gurnards, only discernable when they moved because of their perfect camouflage, a small plaice, also merging in the sand that flapped away in surprise when I wanted to take a closer look, centimetre-fishes that hung in dense shoals above and among the kelp, innumerable formations of sand eels and so much more beauty that this sentence would become unreadable because of its length.
Because I cannot find my diving computer again I did not know precisely how deep I was, but compensating for the second time told me it would be about 10 metres. I went up for a spy hop and saw a number of buoys, indicating some sort of contest. An inflatable with an outboard motor came in my direction and someone in it shouted: ‘Hey you, come here!’
Buy a dog and bark yourself, I thought and tumbled down again.