Good companions, human or otherwise, are crucial on a cruising boat; they should be reliable, amusing, competent and above all knowledgeable. I have never sailed with Mike Balmforth or Edward Mason but in common with countless other yachtsmen who have been tempted north to sail in these waters, after reading their companion guide to Scottish cruising, we will feel we have.
The Clyde Cruising Club Sailing Directions, this book's pilotage alter ego, are essential but necessarily short on the evocative details that inform any cruise of the West. Cruising Scotland more than fulfls what it promises on the jacket: it is a friendly companion, filling the gaps, and providing a delightful running commentary to what many claim to be the finest cruising grounds in the world. It is the kind of book you would read by the fire during the winter, with a chart spread out in front of you. And keep in the ship's library for reference as well. It is packed with essental advice about where to anchor, what to see and what to expect. For example "Loch Teacuis is something of a challenge to dedicated rock-hoppers due to its two shallow and rock strewn entrances ... Lovers of complete solitude should find it here."
Whilst sprinkled with choice snippets from other evocative writings of the West, from Ronald Faux to Libby Purves, Para Handy and beyond, it is essentially written from deep personal experience. There is a clue - one of many - in a photo on page 183 of an anchorage in Loch Skipport, cloud cascading down the slopes of Hecla. "The next day proved wet and windy!" reads the caption. You just know that Balmforth has been there, probably a dozen or more times. But how many of them weather-bound, swapping yarns around the cabin stove, with a dram in hand while the wind howled in the rigging, the flip side of cruising Scotland?