The Great Tape Dispenser Enigma

While composing today’s observations staring back at me from the corner of my office desk is an adhesive tape dispenser. This red plastic Sellotape holder, which lays adjacent to a desk tidy containing pens, a pencil sharpener and a USB storage device, mysteriously minus one of its scarlet coloured sides. Footnote – Other brands of…

Au Revoir Lomond

Mindful of today’s long drive from Stirlingshire to West Yorkshire, yesterday saw a particularly leisurely day here at my Loch Lomond lodge. My daylight hours spent writing, drawing, hot-tubbing and arbitrarily mulling over whether sloths are dangerous to humans…… According to my unreliable source (village idiot Hamish Troke) the answer to the latter is no….

The Oak Tree

An hour sitting in a hot tub’s eddying waters was yesterday morning’s staycation dainty, as my Loch Lomond break continued unbound. The balmy bath’s overhead covering negating the fact my meteorological companion was a steady Stirlingshire drizzle. This roof keeping the temperate water from being tainted by it’s unfiltered cloud sourced cousin. I’d afforded myself…

Flight of Fancy

Being a seaplane there were no shouts of “Chocks away!” as the flight prepared to embark on its south westerly route. There was, though, multiple flicking of cockpit switches and manoeuvring of levers before the Cessna’s propellors fired into life as my airborne sojourn commenced in earnest. Scene – Late Sunday morning, solars rays at…

Lady of the Lake

I’m sitting in a lodge with stunning views of Great Britain’s largest lake (by surface area) while I gird today’s literary loins. My accommodation’s proximity to Loch Lomond, along with it’s luxurious design and decor making this just about the apt choice I could’ve made as a location for a serene break. The view from…

The First Leg

The first leg of my Scottish break commences at midday when the Strachmobile heads north-west for a one-night stop in Dumfries, Scotland. My destination a market town laying fifteen miles within Scots territory as the crow flies. That being said, as I’m travelling by car not on the back of a giant corvus, it’ll be…

A Close Shave

Around ten minutes prior to commencing this blog I was almost mown down by Alan Bennett, the acclaimed Leeds playwright, performer and author. At this juncture, I’d like to be clear the octogenarian wouldn’t have been the guilty party should any unfortunate injury has been sustained and litigation pursued. After all, the author was merely…

Comfort Buying

With it’s predominantly glass construction making my current environment uncomfortably warm, I don’t know how long I’m gonna be able to sit writing in this present spot; a coffee house within a south Leeds shopping centre. My iced Americano making little impact when it comes to cooling my body temperature, I’m finding the discomfort borne…

Fleeced

Today’s literary piece commences with my little canine buddy Coco, whose enchanting company I currently enjoy, undertaking a perimeter check of my back garden. Whether partaken as a strategy for reducing jeopardy to her pack, ie me, or that she just doesn’t fancy watching ‘Home Under The Hammer’ on telly, I doubt I’ll ever know….