Today I picked up my first fins from Mark at the Dive Bunker in Burntisland, Fife. Today was also one of those days when I felt that I’d been shown a key to a door, a chance conversation with someone that brought together a few areas of thought; thoughts which were also presented with an opportunity to be transplanted onto something concrete for a structured course of investigation.
The Anchorage is a bay off Tanera Mor in the Summer Isles, in North-west Scotland. After swimming in this water for a few consecutive days and being quite annoyed with a strange sound that was disturbing my peace, I found out that the noise was a Sealscarer, a computer generated sound that kept seals away from the fish-farm further up the bay.
As white light travels through water it is not only refracted and scattered, it is absorbed or 'attenuated' by the water. Varying wavelengths, or colours, are absorbed at differing depths; organic matter also adding to this absoption.
This picture was taken today on my way out of Arbroath which is a small fishing town on the North-East coast of Scotland. The town is famed not only for its 'smokies' (smoked haddock) but for its cliffs which are quite treacherous in bad weather, as they face out towards the North Sea providing a buffer against the easterlies that travel accross Siberia. Today was no exception.
