Kayaking in Sweden

by Rupert Wolfe Murray | 21 May, 2015 | Journeys

When I was a kid we lived in a white house by the Firth of Forth, an estuary just north of Edinburgh. The house was so close to the sea that waves would splash into the garden when it was rough. Inside one of the garden sheds was an old kayak made of thin fibre glass but I never knew who it belonged to, how it had got there and as far as I remember I was the only one who ever went kayaking. (more…)