‘Dive As Deep As You Dare’ tells the story of Dave Blackmore who has spent the last 28 years diving all around the world. He takes you on an incredible diving adventure to some of the deepest wrecks both at home and abroad.
My journey begins in the early 80’s when my passion for diving evolved from childhood holidays to the real thing.
The diving equipment and techniques back then were in their infancy and limited the dives available to me and my dive buddies. But it didn’t stay that way for long.
During the mid/late 80’s I was pushing the boundaries, diving classic shipwrecks like HMS Hampshire & Blue holes in Florida to name but a few.
Approaching the 90’s mixed gas became available and led to some life changing/heart stopping moments, like the Malta episode…..
“Passing 50 metres, I felt absolutely fine. I was used to diving to those depths in the UK, where the water is dark and you would need a 50 watt torch just to see your dive gauges. In the time it took me to look left across to my dive buddy and then ahead and back to my dive computer, I was at 65 metres and I could feel the effects of nitrogen narcosis. My brain was in some sort of dull, lethargic, trance and I wondered how deep we might get before we stopped. Again, I glanced at my buddy next to me. I could hear the bubbles pouring from his Poseidon regulator. I focused back on my dive computer: 70 metres. I checked myself “Am I still comfortable at this depth?” I was undecided and I was now at 75 metres. There was no end to the sloping sea bed I was following. The sound of the exhaled air from the regulators was all I could focus on. That’s it…. I slowed to a stop at 79 metres and stared blankly ahead realising I was in trouble”
But it all began many years before.......
My journey begins in the early 80’s when my passion for diving evolved from childhood holidays to the real thing.
The diving equipment and techniques back then were in their infancy and limited the dives available to me and my dive buddies. But it didn’t stay that way for long.
During the mid/late 80’s I was pushing the boundaries, diving classic shipwrecks like HMS Hampshire & Blue holes in Florida to name but a few.
Approaching the 90’s mixed gas became available and led to some life changing/heart stopping moments, like the Malta episode…..
“Passing 50 metres, I felt absolutely fine. I was used to diving to those depths in the UK, where the water is dark and you would need a 50 watt torch just to see your dive gauges. In the time it took me to look left across to my dive buddy and then ahead and back to my dive computer, I was at 65 metres and I could feel the effects of nitrogen narcosis. My brain was in some sort of dull, lethargic, trance and I wondered how deep we might get before we stopped. Again, I glanced at my buddy next to me. I could hear the bubbles pouring from his Poseidon regulator. I focused back on my dive computer: 70 metres. I checked myself “Am I still comfortable at this depth?” I was undecided and I was now at 75 metres. There was no end to the sloping sea bed I was following. The sound of the exhaled air from the regulators was all I could focus on. That’s it…. I slowed to a stop at 79 metres and stared blankly ahead realising I was in trouble”
But it all began many years before.......
