Spring is Sprung

It appears spring has finally sprung. Temperatures have risen, enabling me to commence garden maintenance for some much needed exposure to fresh air and the sensation of warm from prevailing solar rays. Gardening my Sunday afternoon assignment, during which the lawns with be trimmed, along with dead shrubbery removal; allowing space and augmenting root nourishment…

Long Overdue Recycling

This morning witnessed my inaugural visit to the bottle bank since UK’s COVID lockdown commenced in March. During the intervening months numerous empty wine bottles have stacking up in my mum’s garage. Their ever burgeoning number, over time, making visits to that section of the residence feel like a walk of shame. With every meander…

The Rain In…..

With precipitation yet again forming part of my writing landscape, the refrain ‘The Rain In Spain Falls Mainly On The Plain’ , from musical My Fair Lady, plays repeatedly on my cranial jukebox. This episode acting as a catalyst for a random attempt at adapting the song’s lyric to reflect my local meteorology. Now, I’d like to think…

The Cavalry’s Arrived

Yesterday afternoon, yours truly received a much needed fillip when my son Jonny and fiancée Jenny arrived at chez Strachan on their trusty steed. This arrival rescuing spirits borne from being surrounded by a metaphorical circle of horse-drawn wagons, heavily laden with COVID induced melancholy. This euphoria at witnessing the couple’s visit borne from knowledge…

Right Royal Night Visions!

I’d a fairly vivid dream last night, during which I met HRH Queen Elizabeth II. This chance encounter playing out whilst walking along a seaside pier at Blackpool, Lancashire. A vision where she sat relaxing in a deckchair, knotted handkerchief upon her grey hair (as opposed to the usual crown), with corgi at her side….

De, Do, Do, Do…..

Yesterday evening, lockdown rules in certain areas of West Yorkshire and Lancashire were tightened again, following reports of COVID spikes in Greater Manchester and Yorkshire pennine mill towns. The only certainty about these new edicts, affecting around four million people, is the uncertainty they create. From what I understand, the populace in those areas cannot…

The Shellfish Gene

Commencing this piece, massed claret blossoms of an efflorescent buddleja draw my attention to that particular garden nook. This mature shrub, planted around thirty years ago by my late dad, stands an imposing ten foot in height. Despite the plants undoubted chromatic charm, there’s something sinister about it’s sabre like blossoms, which point menacingly groundwards…