Around Sweden in a kayak

Follow Englishman James Cox as he kayaks around the entire Swedish coast line for charity.

Sea Fever

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! : )

Sea Fever

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……

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