Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I'd not intended to put pen to paper today, or should that font to virtual paper? However, as I've an hour to kill before the bus transporting me to Fuerteventura airport arrives, I thought I'd utilise the time productively... Well, if writing these unreliable essays can be classed as productive. GJ Strachan's last night in... Continue Reading →
Day 6 - With one full day remaining before I'm homeward bound, I sit and reflect on the hotel terrace while listening to the Atlantic Ocean surge relentlessly against Fuerteventura's volcanic coastline... Well, to be more accurate, with it's burning lava-like redness, augmented by suntan lotion glow, it is my forehead that's reflecting. Sadly, today's... Continue Reading →
Yours truly's lax suncream protection regime, along with complacent disregard of Canary Island solar ray strength, means GJ Strachan has arrived at his day four's dusk with a face as scarlet as an iPhone message emoji. I'd like to clarify at this juncture, though, anger is the very antithesis of my current emotional status. And,... Continue Reading →
The azure blue of the Atlantic Ocean provides a distant landscape to today's poolside prose penning. Fuerteventura pleasingly warm, although an accompanying zephyr from the sea tempers the warmth a degree or two. Apart from the pool bar beatbox the audio backdrop is predominantly the hushed tones of. chattering holidaymakers. Conversations conducted in a multitude... Continue Reading →
I arrived in the Canary Island of Fuerteventura yesterday afternoon for a weeks hiatus. The town, which'll be my home for seven nights, the southern borough of Jandia. Fuerte's premier resort rhyming with Randia. Footnote - Talking of Randia, as I'm here without my Ossett beau Sarah, that's a feeling I'll be avoiding for a... Continue Reading →