Oman: the Dive Centre

Al has noticed that my diet is similar to that of a Hobbit - breakfast, elevenses, luncheon, tea, dinner and, later in the evening, supper. It’s a fair cop.
After my second breakfast I taxied everyone to the Dive Centre and returned home to do huge amounts of laundry and catch up on the blog while the chaps enjoyed an incident-free morning in Kayaks.

Ignoring the ‘no pants sign’, they had lunch before snorkelling at Bander Khiran. On returning to the Dive Centre, Lizzie dived on top of a group of surfacing scuba divers in the training pool while Mrs M was forced to limbo under a shower door which was not equipped with the usual handle on the inside. This came as quite a surprise to an Australian lady as she entered the changing room.
While I was still folding towels and unfamiliar underwear, the phone rang for me to collect everyone and make them dinner. I obliged with a stunning mushroom risotto and Mrs M threw in one of her extraordinarily rich chocolate pudding thingies.