Tired and emotional

The end result of letting Rory be dive marshall is the seemingly never ending succession of 6am alarm calls. Today was no exception. The boat pulled away in a cloud of midges at some ungodly hour, to dive the morning slack at Muckle Flugga and then a lovely wall of every kind of undersea life on the north-west side of Unst. But, we still managed to miss slack. It had been and gone only moments before our arrival, but made for an exciting drift dive. We’re all too tired to write any more. Going to bed. Meanwhile, here are a couple more critters for you to have a go at identifying:

(Clue: It’s eating a dead man’s finger.)

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