The sub-surface world is often surprisingly delicate and vividly colourful; a little like floating in a watery jewellery shop.
This chap, for instance, is a Weedy Sea Dragon. He’s about a foot long and he swims around serenely – looking like a made-up creature from a fairy tale – in the kelp beds off the coast here.
I wonder what he makes of us.
In comparison we must seem pitifully ungainly and almost entirely lacking in both colour and pattern.
I feel rather sorry for some of the wildlife I visit. I want to give them something interesting to look at, too. But we’re so out of our depth down there – even with all our hi tech scuba equipment – that even our dancing looks like flailing.
Or maybe that’s just my dancing…