RIP

Since post-noon last Thursday the nations figurehead, who portrayed the starring role within UK’s royal soap opera for seven decades, has lain bereft of life in Scotland. Of course, unless you’ve lived in a hole for four days, you’ll be fully aware of this bulletin. And even then, such is the episode’s global scale and…

Marcel

“The real journey of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.” – Marcel Proust My second favourite Marcel (after mime artist Marcel Marceau) advocating a practical and balanced perception of events, rather than the event itself, afforded individuals greater revelation. Although I’m late to the party with this lobbying cry,…

Untagged

After almost a week where my constitution experienced eddying waves of malady, I’m now testing negative for COVID-19. Despite this, though, I remain as weak as a cup of tea whose bag was stolen by a passing seagull after only a one second union with boiling water. Footnote – Incidentally, the pinched bag of which…

An Amble On The Ambleside

After a few days hiatus from quilling these (almost) daily observations, GJ Strachan returns to his laptop keyboard feeling reinvigorated, brio filled and refreshed. That being said, the amount I’ve drank over the weekend, I should be bloody refreshed! Incidentally, that is definitely supposed to read brio instead of brie, above. Yours truly feeling moved…

Making Plans

As a gift for his 32nd birthday, I’ve procured tickets for my son Jonny and me to attend Yorkshire county cricket club’s fixture with Durham in a T20 Blast game at Headingley. As he lives around 50-60 miles from the venue in North Yorkshire (I live the other side of Leeds from the ground), due…

Everyday Life For Cousin Ugg

As I scribe today’s literary offering, gazing aimlessly through slightly ajar French doors it’s thought provoking to witness the juxtaposition provided by prevailing heavy rain. This late spring deluge yours truly’s current land and soundscape while impatiently awaiting inspiration for today’s topic. On one hand, unless you’re a farmer or living with long standing drought…

Mingling In Horsey Circles

I spent a section of my Sunday at a North Yorkshire horse show with my buddy Sarah, her youngest daughter Katelan, Simon (K’s partner)and their handsome specimen of equine majesty who goes by the name Fendi. Consequently, for a few calming hours I spent my time standing in awe at the sheer magnificence of these…

Little Dog On The Prairie

Substitute Laura Ingalls skipping through a wheat field with the short legs of a Lhasa apso endeavouring to navigate a way through overgrown park grass, and yesterday’s dog walk provided scenes not unlike the iconic starting credits of Little House on the Prairie. The sheer joy on Deano’s face certainly compared with the young girl’s…

Don’t Look At The Eyes

As the metaphorical ink dries on the figurative blog parchment in front of me, I’m engaged in a staring contest with a Lhasa apso dog. Well, clearly, not exactly as I scribe. After all, I’d have no chance of prevailing in a competition whose aim is to outstare a challenger until they avert their eyes,…