As we neared our destination the weather report we'd heard earlier started to take on a new meaning. Why were we doing this? How about that inviting pub we passed a while back? But we had to go on (you either know why or you don't) and were surprised by a calm sea with the cliffs sheltering us from the elements. As we extricated ourselves from the minibus we were subject to the universal truth that it doesn't matter what size you are, (cue innuendo) the minibus seats are smaller. Reunited with the smug faces of those who'd arrived hours ago the minibus crew finally went diving.