| not diving, but.....
I once took a compass bearing on a nice rock in the berwyn hills, demonstating to the group of teenagers I was leading the good practice of not trying to 'walk' on a bearing if you could just walk to a previously identified object in the correct direction. Brilliant, provided the bloody rock doesn't get up and run off as you walk towards it. Bloody sheep. And all the little sods followed it just to pi** me off. Even now, 15 years later, my so called mates still say 'look at that field of rocks' when they see sheep. ba**ards!
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