I’m going to keep this post short and sweet as its not something I take any pleasure in writing.
After much deliberation I have made the heartbreaking decision to abandon my trip after 1200km due to reoccurring injury. It is not a decision I have made lightly and it is one that has been truly devastating to me personally. I poured my heart and sole into this life changing adventure, to be forced into cutting it short with less than half way to go is absolutely crushing.
I would like to thank all of my sponsors for their amazing support: Point 65 North, PowerTraveller, Hennessy Hammock, Creative Nature, Art & Sea, Be Well Expedition Foods, Kayakkalmarsund, Dynamic Aptitude, Sunda Grepp, Fulbrook School, and Chelsea Football Club.
I’d also like to give Hollie & Matt at The Old Smithy Tattoo Parlour in Leek an extra special mention for putting on an amazing charity day! Thanks Guys x
Last but not least I want to extend a very special thanks to everyone who has donated money to Prostate Cancer UK & Willen Hospice through my fundraising page. With your help I was able to reach and exceed my £2000 target and I’m sure both charities will put the money to good use.
At this point I’m obviously very down, but to look back at each day I spent on the water paddling along this beautiful and sometimes brutal coastline I still feel very lucky to have had the experience and I plan to paddle the remaining 2-3 weeks next summer.
When I think about the warm, wonderful and welcoming people I had the fortune to meet, the amazing places I visited, the peaceful moments of total isolation, and the total thrill and excitement of being a Sea Gypsy, I can just about manage a smile! : )
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky.
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.
And the wheel’s kick and the winds song and the white sails a shaking.
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn is breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide,
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied.
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the seagulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gipsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the winds like a whetted knife
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover
And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when a long hard day is over.
To Be Continued……