Alistair Moffat is a great writer. He's a great speaker too, if you get the chance to hear him, and he writes as he speaks; not the sort to benefit much from an interviewer. The North Sea is yet another of his travelogues, this time making th journey northwards from Thanet in Kent up to the Orkneys (slightly bizarrely in the 'Fair Isle' section). I love his observations, some of which might be a little snooty: he's a bit rude about the modern Butlins visitor, but then again I don't suppose too many contemporary Butlins visitors will ever read The North Sea, so it doesn't matter.
I have one reservation. There's an extraordinary chapter about links golf in the section around Edinburgh anf the Lothians when, of all places, he chooses Bruntsfield Links as an ancient links golf course. Not only does he suggest it's one of the oldest 'links' courses in the world, he even places Mary Queen of Scots there in the 16th century. Given that Bruntsfield Links is nowhere near the sea, it's an extension of The Meadows, several miles inland, on the south side of the city centre, the Castle and the old Nor' Loch, I have my doubts. But it gives Moffat the chance to write about a game played there with his companion.
I mention that mainly because I'm certain that he's got that wrong, so I wonder how much other junk is in the book? Perhaps we shouldn't expect perfect research from one so prolific.
Anyway, it's still a good read.