Today’s dive on the Cunard liner
Alaunia, sunk by a mine in 1916 was interesting and enjoyable, but definitely not for everyone. She’s a large ship, 158m/520ft long and 13,500 tons lying in 35m/115ft of the tidal English Channel south of Eastbourne.
The challenge with diving this time of year is the poor visibility caused by the spring algal bloom, aka “The May rot” which is particularly strong this year. The visibility isn't cloudy, it's clear but full of clumps of algal matter. If you look past the snot, you can see a couple of metres (6ft) with a torch if you hold it to the side otherwise the backscatter is a bit annoying.
I jumped in first off the boat with the current still running. Had to go hand over hand down the shot line through the murky water. Had a bit of a tussle with my umbilical torch which had caught itself on my chest D-ring. Needing both hands for the shot, I continued down into the dark which was pitch black when I felt the grapnel. Freed off the light and saw it was pretty poor visibility around 1m/3ft. Another braille dive.
Settling down, checking the kit, checking for bubbles and bungeeing back the two bailout cylinders, I set out along the underside of the hull to get out of the way of the other divers who would be dropping in shortly. Came across some damage and ascended to more twisted metal. It’s hard to make out the bigger picture when the visibility is low, but there was plenty to keep me amused with lots of life in all the nooks and crannies. The spider crabs most definitely out en masse, along with the usual variety of crustaceans, congers and other fish.
Being a shallowish dive, spent 80 minutes on the wreck and 40 minutes of decompression. Last up to the boat too.
Am loving the new BZ400 heated undersuit. The sea is 11 degrees C now (51F) and that undersuit meant I could easily have dived for much longer. Also happy with the Santi 11mm hood. Definitely warmer.
Not sure if that dive would be everybody’s cup of tea given the visibility and black overhead-like conditions. Didn’t meet a single other diver on that wreck during that dive.
Being solo made that dive far more pleasurable because there’s nobody else to consider nor watch over. I’m more than happy to mooch around playing with the crabs and trying to guess what bit of metal I’m looking at.
Good start to the diving year.