A record-breaking 2.5 hour run down the coast saw us ensconced at 63 Burrill Street on Friday night with time to spare for a couple of beers.
Flat seas and sunshine meant that the 14 degree water came as a nasty shock when we jumped off Genesis at the Australian Fur Seal colony south of the bay. There were a few sea lions playing at the surface, but they didn't seem as interested as they did on our trip last April. I suspect that visiting earlier in the season before the pups are born might be the key next year.
We lost one diver to a terminal hangover on Sunday morning and headed North out of the bay to the smaller seal colony, breaking the journey with a dive at everyone's favourite site; the Whorehouse (nomenclature based on the number of exits from the labyrinthine cave system beneath a monolithic boulder).
Our final dive was on the small wreck of the Wandra; a steamer which went down in the early 1900's leaving a boiler, engines and winch assemblies scattered across a sandy bottom. A combination of slightly dodgy transits and a dragging anchor left those amongst us who managed to follow the line in the sand to the first winch with a feeling of navigational accomplishment and a great little dive with the Weedy Sea Dragons and juvenile Moray Eels taking shelter in the wreckage.