Back on the Gaelic Rose at the start of April 2022, after a drive up through the Highlands.
The Sound of Mull wrecks are smothered in life: plumose anemones crowding every surface, soft corals and anemones in the openings, and fan worms with their crowns spread. Cold, green, and full of colour once the light hits it.
This was before the dive computer’s log starts, so there’s no dive data.
