A week in July on the Gaelic Rose, a liveaboard that moors at Lochaline on the Sound of Mull, diving wrecks and reefs among the islands.
Under the water there were nudibranchs among the anemones and hydroids, a lobster in its hole and a seal gliding past in the gloom. The wrecks were dark, overgrown and best in black and white, with divers’ torches picking out the structure. Up top there were flat calm mornings, Skerryvore lighthouse alone on its rock far out to the west, islands across the water at sunset and the moon rising over a harbour at dusk.
There’s no dive log for this trip.
