We Don't Live In A Yellow Subrmarine... we just holiday in one.

As I've made obvious from my previous post, the boat arrived (equipped with, amongst other things, a very large trawling net), and it had the small two-man submarine on tow.
It's a horrible "piss yellow/puke green" colour, and the controls are very difficlut to grasp.
Which is why I'll be doing all of the hard work, as per usual, whilst Deadfast sits in the back and drinks his Remy Martin (or whatever his beverage of choice is this week).

Now, as mentioned before, Deadfast and I have a history with submarines.
I won't explain it here (it took me a long time to get over the sheer terror I suffered at the hands of a small mexican Sailor named Jose)... suffice to say, it took a considerable increase in my pay to get in the damn thing.
But, in it I got, and off we set, into the dark cold waters of Loch Ness.

I'd been out yesterday, as you read, but that was only with a small handheld light... and it ended with me being hauled up in a fishing net.
The sub, however, has a huge lighting rig... it's something to be seen to be believed.
I don't even know how we got to use it, to be honest... I managed to remember someone in the U.S who didn't hate Deadfast and they put us in touch with a near-by research facility.
I don't think the words "eat" and "monster" were mentioned!

We spent a good four hours in the loch.
I admit it took me two hours to get used to the controls but, if I say it myself, I did rather well.

Deadfast sat in the back, having been in the Old SeaDog all afternoon (that's a pub; no need to call the R.S.P.C.A), and kept our moral high by singing a sea shanty.
For four hours.
Now, there's only so many times you can hear the rhyme "I've a whale of a tale, and a yard of ale..." before you snap.
It took me fourteen verses.

Deadfast is currently in an underwater cavern I found... I left him there, sitting with a bottle of something or other and a newspaper, whilst I went for a "scout around".
I actually took the sub straight to the surface, and had some lunch in a local hotel.
He's fine, I'm sure; it's a cavern with a high ceiling, plenty of air, and some comfortable rocks to sit on.
He's tougher than he looks.

I suppose I should go and get him....