The experiences continue to arrive faster than I can process them. So much to tell. The scenery if anything becomes more stunning. Spring pushes through the receding snow, and days later summer arrives. Many kind people offer food, shelter, supplies. The sailing is mostly unthreatening, often uncomfortable, occasionally exhilarating. I paddle some too. Leave the arctic. Push south. Push south. Completing the Norwegian coastline added a few hundred unnecessary – but somehow now important – miles. The last day before crossing to Sweden was one of the most enjoyable yet, shared with a Viking friend who had played a big part in the Norwegian support effort. Sweden was in a summer dress, the crossing to Denmark more serious, the shortcut through Limfjorden – to the North Sea coast – a holiday. The North Sea coasts presented different challenges: shallow water, sand banks, currents, shipping. Also, stronger winds and difficult sailing, colonies of seals, Heligoland and its gannets, occasional heat(!), the Wadden Sea, some less pleasant camping. And many more people helping out, becoming a part of the expedition, and making a real difference. Slipping through the ‘Pas-de-Calais’, England was just visible. A crossing crossed my mind, but the wind direction was unfavourable. North France included a visit to a police station over a nuclear power station exclusion zone faux pas, dolphins, the D-day beaches, the spectacular cliffs of Étretat, a paddle across the Seine estuary, and fantastic folk on either side.