Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I am back in Wakefield after a two-night sabbatical aboard Victor the Volkswagen campervan. Despite their best efforts to sully our odyssey, the weather gods were unable to break our spirit. It takes more than sporadic rainstorms and diminishing temperatures to crush the verve of my partner Sarah and me. While Knaresborough campsite in situ,... Continue Reading →
It has been an expensive week motor vehicle wise. Insuring and paying road tax for Victor the campervan, along with purchasing two new front tyres for my car has seen the best part of 1,000 English pounds haemorrhage from my savings account. Bearing in mind Victor spends 99% of his existence off road, either on... Continue Reading →
Zella, my partner Sarah's adorable German Shepherd, looks back forlornly at me as I crank up todays creative literary engine. I've gotta say, I'm unsure why the sable haired beauty looks so despondent. After all, she's had a walk, during which she enjoyed herself chasing and retrieving sticks; the furry canine's also had her morning... Continue Reading →
Something struck me during my stay at a North Yorkshire campsite during the weekend. This scheduled tarry taken in the campervan my West Yorkshire beau Sarah and me use to explore little corners of this green and pleasant land. I suppose camping in a van, especially one modernised to provide comforts of home such as... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
This is my first tarry to the keyboard for three days. The time between the trinity of dusk/dawns since my return from a weekend in Newcastle spent predominantly in bed; where I drifted in and out of sleep to the backdrop of audiobooks. During these hours ventures for a COVID-19 PCR test and a GP... Continue Reading →
I'm back home after a few days in Bronte country. On embarking on this morning's return sojourn, my whiff of a Wuthering Heights experience became enhanced further by the sinister gothic mist enveloping West Yorkshire moors of higher terrain. This predominantly grey canvas bequeathing visions similar to the menacing sights of moor side scenery ominously... Continue Reading →