Those readers of sailing yarns will most likely be fans of the late Tristan Jones. The similarities between him and Roger Taylor are that they both have covered a vast number of sea miles, most often alone in small sailing boats, and both of them write very well about it. The difference is that whereas Jones' stories are to be taken with a large dollop of salt, Roger Taylor's are all true.
What is, by default, an honest internal monologue, is always full of interest, as he sails North to the ice-field in his brilliantly simple and easily managed boat. Storms and weather, encounters with huge pods of whales, sea-birds and the odd ship, are just a part of the adventure. The disciplines and routines of keeping a lone sailor fed, warm, safe and sane, are just as enlightening. It's a life pared down to the very basics, and a philosophy lesson too. The aspects of fitting-out, planning, provisioning and weatherkeeping are also very interesting, and prove that safe passage-making is not dependent on the size of the boat, it's more about how well it is equipped and handled. Roger Taylor is not a man who eschews human company, but enjoys the challenge of solo voyaging, not to prove some macho point, or to see how much suffering he can take. He is driven by a sense of wonder, and that comes across in spades.