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Sea Fever - Sea-Kayak Tours, Expeditions and Coaching

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  • One-day and multi-day trips

  • Small to large groups

  • Bespoke one-to-one coaching, training and awards for the Norwegian qualifications

  • Preparing & training for expeditions overseas

  • Norway, Ireland, Scotland, Wales, Germany

  • ... and just plainly enjoying being out there on the water.

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Upcoming Tours, Expeditions and Coaching:

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- Patagonia: Puerta Natales & Cisnes, December-February 2027

- Scotland: Skye, Raasay, Outer Hebrides, Small Isles, April/May 2027

- Norway: Stokkoya, July/August 2027

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Sea Fever -Kayak Tours & Coaching
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Sea-kayak tours, guiding and coaching in Norway, Scotland, Wales, Ireland and Germany.

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I started coaching and guiding for Manhattan Kayak Co. in 2006, but only now (2026) became a Sea Kayak Leader (BCU) and Aktivitetsleder Hav (Norges Paddleforbund).​​

 

Together we will build on your skills, confidence and enthusiasm of this fantastic sport in this amazing, tiny boat.

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Sea-Fever is a term as created by John Masefield in a 1885 poem for describing his passion for the sea. John was a trained merchant seaman, and later became a poet who was appointed a British poet laureate in 1930.

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Feel free to contact me if you are in need for a BCU and Norges Paddleforbund guide anywhere in Europe.

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Marcus Demuth

September, 2026

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Sea-Fever

by John Masefield, 1885

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I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a small boat and a star to steer her by;

And the bow's spray and the wind’s song and the paddle splashing,

And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn 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 sea-gulls crying.

 

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

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