Around the year 2000 Dad found a new hobbie; Scuba diving. It quickly became the central focus of any free time he had for the next few years, and after some time it lead to stacks of diving equipment around the house, countless weekend diving trips booked and eventually a 15,000 gallon/3m deep diving pond with 50+ fish in our back garden.
Towards the end of '05 Dad paid for Dan & me to start taking lessons. At first I hated it, I think we both did; every Wednesday evening, spending hours reading over theory books and watching horrendously boring tutorial videos in a small musty room on Old Street, knowing you had to come back and do the same routine next week. Nowadays you don't have to do as much theoretical work - it's not fair really.
|A much less hairier version on me, learning to dive in '06|