Originally uploaded by Mic2006.
An old friend of mine “Andy” Andrews displays one of the many slithering critters that we had found while scuba diving. About 20 years ago I had obtained a BSAC qualification and did a number of local dives along the coast of Gibraltar.
On this particular day we had explored a site known as “The Spanish Barges”. One was tipped up on end and you could fin your way through its ruptured bottom. In the second barge you could sink down into its hold. It was a large open box, lined with a thick shag of waving ochre coloured seaweed. There were scores of tiny octopuses hiding in the weeds and once I was within it occured to me that I was surrounded.
There was a running deal with one of my superiors at the time, a guy called “Bazzer”. Everyone used to make fun of his expressions and accent as he came from Borneo and was reputed to have been a headhunter before he was “civilized” He and his wife Lotti had a taste for octopus and if you bought “a meals worth” up to his house you were invited for dinner. This was a real treat as he was somewhat charasmatic and held in high reguard by my companions. Andy had filled a shopping bag with octopus though I declined the visit as I felt unable to stomach the delicacy.