Only one review in all these years? I'd better chip in then. OK, the cover's pretty terrible (as are other Whittles books, it seems), but who can resist the wonderful title which the book easily lives up to. We follow RL-J from his early days kayaking bathtubs, chased off the rivers by Clydeside Neds to be driven out to the isles beyond. The yarns unfold over four decades as we share his sense of adventure and wonder at the magical environment, along with engrossing historical asides and pithy anecdotes on sea kayaking technique and practice. Very occasionally you suspect the narrative gets massaged a little to help the story along or make an amusing pay-off, but you get over that as you revel in the lyrical evocation of his many island jaunts as well as the modest recounting of the occasional near disaster that readers of such books expect.
What may make Argonauts better than average is that the author is as accomplished a writer as he was an expert sea kayaker (now retired I suspect), so it's safe to say that anyone who paddles in the area or knows it well will find some inspiring destinations and great stories.