Most of my writing is about my travels. Usually very slow travels. For some years now I've been plodding round the seas of northern Europe aboard a small sailing boat. To date I've published four accounts of these trips.
In late 2014 I also published a sort of pilot book entitled "165 Rocks and other stuff to tie your boat to in eastern Sweden and Finland". It's full of photos, maps, descriptions and waypoints for, as the name suggests, 165 Scandinavian rocks and other harbours. All of my other books are available as e-books and paperbacks. "165 Rocks" doesn't suit the e-book format and is only available as a more expensive full colour paperback I'm afraid. It is, however, the only one of my books which is likely, if you follow its advice, actively to save you money.
Before turning nautical I poked around for years in some of the more obscure parts of some developing countries, hitch-hiking and travelling by boat, train and bus. Some of the buses were slower than my boat. The record was 12 hours to go 15 miles in the Shan State in northern Burma.
I've now published two volumes on my land travels, called 'Travels with my Rant' and 'The Front of Beyond', including accounts of hopping across dodgy borders in places like East Timor and Nicaragua.
Whilst travel may broaden some minds and narrow others, travelling slowly and alone changes your perspective on the world around you. I like to think it hones the senses and heightens the critical faculties. Others have agreed that yes, it does make me rant on and on about everything.
My travel writings are not gripping tales of derring-do and one man's survival in a savage wilderness against all the odds. I am, in fact, something of a wimp. Neither do they consciously seek to maintain the mythology and exoticism of travel to far flung parts.
The fact is that more or less everywhere on earth people wear jeans and ride scooters. The documentary makers must have a hell of a job editing the world so that it's full of tribal head-dresses and loin cloths. Culture shock isn't all it's cracked up to be and nowhere on the planet is as alien as it appears to be from a distance. Except Manchester of course.
I've tried to give a flavour of the places I've visited and to discuss those aspects of their landscape, environment, people, culture, economy and politics which make them interesting.
There's more on my web page at http://www.edge.me.uk. Including all the colour photos from all my books.
There's also a pile of more academic papers written while I was Head of Research of the Architecture School in Aberdeen.