Andrew insisted Gail go with him as he dove back into the lake. Practising scuba diving here was a change from the local swimming pool. He wasn’t ready for the sea.
They both saw it. Touched it.
‘We should phone someone.’ Andrew stood on the bank, divesting himself of his wet gear.
‘I have the number for the Environment agency.’ Gail took out her phone.
Recovery would be slow. The delicate vessel had been there years, embedded, to an extent, in the bottom of the lake.
The police believe it was connected to a cold case involving a drowning incident.