I'm forever blowing bubbles

Before I forget I must just set the record straight - our abode is actually only 20m from the beach (nice) and Chris doesn't like to be called Mr Brown - that's his father! Sorry Chris.

As the resident instructors at Reef Seen we are meant to wait for paying guests to go diving. We've had a bit of a lull for the last couple of days so had to find other excuses to blow bubbles. The boys hatched a plan for new reef discovery. We threw all our gear in the back of the pick-up and went round the corner past Bago's house to the next bay. There is a fish farm in the middle and no reef to speak of, but what a muck dive!! Shrimps varieties a go-go (anemones, cleaner, boxer, mantis, partner, squat, blah, blah, blah...) more miniature lion fish than is decent, a positive M4 meets M25 juction of nudibranch& sea slugs plus a selection of pipefish including one of the robust ghost variety to end with.

Although all the boys are divers we still have some work to do with the girls. They are all good swimmers but have a reluctance to get in the water as that would mean getting their hair wet and going out in the sun - which leads to a danger of getting a tan. Even in this outback the corner shop has it's selection of skin whitening products - weird nation. However I have now managed to take Masiti, Dewi and Little Anik out for a intro bimble in our beautiful doorstep underwater gardens.

No, I haven't grown - remember she is the tiny one!!