The Diving Bench

The last time I dived was in the clear turquoise waters of the Seychelles over 5 years ago. Soon afterwards, I signed for the first Little French House. I didn't immediately realize the two would be mutually exclusive, but I haven't managed a dive since. My gear's been collecting dust. This year I decided it had to go before it became completely worthless.

Watching wistfully as, piece by piece, my kit went out the door, I was comforted by keeping my eyes on the prize -- transforming my diving equipment into garden furniture. So as my drysuit wended its way to Krakow, this bench was being delivered in Roujan.

And here we are. As Lizzie and Ali said, two old dears on a bench. A wonderful, sturdy teak bench which should bear a brass plaque: Kindly donated by my diving career.