Driving In My Car

In a dispassionate act, aimed at easing potential transportation issues for my fragrant chum Sarah’s two young grandkids (Rory & Gracie), yesterday I included Ossett’s finest onto my car insurance cover. The rationale behind the indemnity modification (well, apart from me being an inherently kind fella), was a conclusion my four door vehicle would provide…

Tales From A Majorcan Poolside

This pièce littéraire is brought to you at a second attempt – Following a network issue at the Majorcan hotel I resided last week, my inaugural attempt wasn’t saved to my editing app. An episode which didn’t spring to light until I attempted to retrieve the six hundred words I’d painstakingly written on a tablet….

“Our Father Who Art In….”

Tomorrow Father’s Day makes a perennial June tarry to the UK; a twenty four hour residency which introduces mixed emotions for GJ Strachan. On one hand, esprit consequential of ordinarily having opportunity to meet up with one or both my offspring. However, at the other end of the emotional spectrum, melancholy borne from no longer…

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…

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…

Unforeseeable Circumstances

One of the bulletins attracting yours truly’s eye on Twitter this morning was a notice advertising the cancellation of a local psychic’s gig due to ‘unforeseeable circumstances’. I’ve no idea whether this was a spoof tweet or genuine notification. However, if it was a bona fide announcement it’s hard not to conclude the clairvoyant perhaps…

What’s That Do?!

Yesterday, in Shouting It From The Rooftops, yours truly journaled about a two night luxury lodge break I’d enjoyed earlier in the week. A stay where a brief dabble in ostentatious living soothed my soul, calmed my spirits and recharged my flailing batteries. Consequently, after a 50 minute return west from Yorkshire’s north riding, GJ…

Don’t Be Alarmed!

Ordinarily it’s a soothing soundscape borne from the iPhone on my bedside cabinet. An assuasive melody seeking to rise me from the recesses of slumber. A tone playing out as the very anti-thesis of ear-piercing alarms of old which’d shock your night visions into submission, scaring you from your pit in bewilderment looking for a…