Started the day around 05-45am.  Yes, I know it's an ungodly hour, but when you've a dog to walk, a one hundred mile journey in front of you, a rendezvous with a bacon sandwich and a mug of scalding tea, and all before 09-00am.; this is what you've got to do.  Martin collected me at 07-00am.  We were soon on the motorway heading west.  Traffic was minimal, conditions good.  we chatted; amiable chat, youknow, families, work, holidays.  The rain started hitiing the windscreen near Presilli.  My spirirts darkened.  After a week of really good weather, I was looking forward to some fabulous diving, and now it looked as though the weather would spoil things.  Like a pair of kids, we ignored the detiriorating conditions.  Maybe they would go away.  By the time we got to Haverford West, the rain had petered out but the sky had turned a naughty shade of grey and the wind was blowing flags and treetops.  We arrived at West Wales Divers around 08-45am and ordered the bacon sandwiches.  Max and Dave were waiting.  Max had rung to say he might be coming.  The sandwiches arrived; they were gorgeous.  You need something substantial before a day's diving; that's my excuse and I stick by it.  Slowly, the team appeared and then more, and then more.  By the time the dive marshall Lyn arrived, there were ten of us;  sounds good dosen't it;  almost a film title.  With only one boat and varying skill levels, Lyn had some serious decisions to make, and these weren't helped, when the latest forecast forced West Wales Divers to cancel their charter.  In true team fashion, we got together and listened as Lyn made sensible suggestions.  Due to the numbers present, we would be restricted to one dive each, and because of the deteriorating conditions, launching at Gelliswick would make sense.  We filled the Jeep and the boat with fuel en route and launched on the full tide.  There was a swell, and a stiff breeze.  Martin took us around the piers and out towards St. Anne's Head.  Conditions worsened.  We turned around and decided to dive the Behar.  Divers were sorted into teams, and we rolled off the boat in buddy pairs.  Viz at 14 metres was good- probably three metres, but it was cold; around ten degrees C.  Martin and myself hunted around for some thirty five minutes but we couldn't find the Behar.  We decided to knock the dive on the head; viz was ok. but there wasn't a lot to see and the cold was making finger ends numb.  We surfaced to discover that no-one managed to locate the wreck; maybe it's about time that GPS was working!!!   With polished skill, we recovered the boat, towed it back to WWD,  washed the engine and put everything away.  It was strating to drizzle as we headed East.

     Perhaps not the perfect day, but a dive; any dive, is better than none.  Good viz; good company, though ten on a boat is cramped, and an excellent dive marshall.    We must really make a concerted effort to get the other Cobra down West as soon as possible; maybe by next weekend.