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Chart
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This shows the area we covered - West of Sark to East of Guernsey
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Dolphins
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I can never press the shutter release at the right moment!
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Bridge
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Stuart's private quarters - noone else knew what lever did what...
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Bridge (stbd)
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He was a keen Liberty Ship diver a while back
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Castle Cornet
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The Chairman and the noonday gun. Only one was fired.
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JG & Castle Cornet
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Our esteemed D.O., making the boat heel to starboard.
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RJ & Havre Gosselin
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Robin, the trip organiser, requesting silence before an important announcement.
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Getting ready
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Half an hour to go....
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....Getting ready
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.... so have we
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zipped up
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.....getting ready to get the shot in now
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Getting in
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Dave Petersen leads the way
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Drifting
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This is what you hope NOT to see after a drift dive.... the boat in the distance and heading away from you!
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Getting out
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The view just before it's your turn
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Jim getting out
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Up the ladder, which was well placed and stable. At Havre Gosselin.
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MC & sole
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A fine catch for Col. Copson. Unfortunately the cook didn't know how to deal with fresh ingredients, so the beast had to be frozen for home consumption. "Ah, Sole" indeed!
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Squidgy
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A merry party going on shore leave
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The tower
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Still feeling energetic, Malcolm & Carol walked up the hill to the 'Tower conspic.' indicated on the chart
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Rapunzel's gaoler?
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Foolishly, the guardian gave MC a key
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At the top
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The view from the top was spectacular, including Herm, Jethou and Sark
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Not sure if this chap was buried here, or just liked the place.
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Squidgy home
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.... and coming back again
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Brecqhou
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Carol, taking it easy
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more Brecqhou
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Stuart (skipper) & Andy. The new castle on Brecqhou in the background
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In the mess
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Phil, keeping away from the gin
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...which is also a bar
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The clock was dead right twice each day.... and the serving hatches locked from the inside, as did the galley door. No midnight feasts on board McGregor!
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Wake up, Andy
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Put him down, Malcolm!
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Afterguard
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More layabouts, laying about
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Our anchorage
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As we walked to the pub on Sark, we looked back at the sunset over Havre Gosselin and Brecqhou
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Anchorage again
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A bit higher up the same path
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Colour blind...?
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Sark is the only place I know where you can find a blue pillar box
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..or short sighted?
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Where am I supposed to post my letters?
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St Peter Port sunset
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...as the dying sun brushed the western sky with molten copper....
........ we all went out and got rat-arsed.
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Pub
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Thursday night in old St Peter Port, where the rap music plays, the beer runs free....
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Still in the Pub
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.....and visiting divers read Swinburne's love poetry to anyone that will listen.
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