Tomb-stoning

These rascals are engaged in the highly dangerous pusrsuit of "tomb-stoning". This involves jumping off very high battlements or rocks on the sea front at Plymouth Hoe. You can see a shot of this guy jumping off here. It's obviously become fairly popular, prompting the local council to erect signs in hot-spots warning of the very real risk of death or serious injury. We watched them for a little while but just the site of their perilous descent made me feel quite queasy in the pit of my stomach.

Shark tank

This young lady is cleaning the inside of the Reef Shark tank at the National Maritime Aquarium in Plymouth. While the three scuba-cleaners swim about, removing fish poo and other assorted grime, a fourth diver patrols the circling sharks armed only with a small plastic tube with which to bop them on the nose should they come too near. A pic of one of the sharks is on my Flickr.

The glorious Gorge

Along with the local Burger King (where we used to smuggle in packets of Jammy Dodgers to drink with our three cups of tea), this cafe / restaurant was a favourite haunt back when Matt, Dom and I were art students in Plymouth. Named The Gorge, its bright orange walls and ceilings are meant to look like caverns, and are modelled in what looks like Blue Peter-style papier mache.