Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Seventy two hours or so after West Yorkshire enjoyed four days of unbroken sunshine, I awoke this morning to witness Blighty's capricious meteorology gods had bequeathed this corner of God's own county a covering of snow. Although forecast, this move to the other extreme of weather's spectrum seemed unthinkable on Saturday when, in 20c degree... Continue Reading →
This morning, drawing back my bedroom drapes was a catalyst to notions of a festive refrain which's been much heard of late. This oft covered lament's first verse proffering "The weather outside is frightful, yet inside it's so delightful, and as there's no place to go, let it snow!.... Let it snow!..... Let it snow!"... Continue Reading →
As December grasps the calendar baton from November, whose watch matched the previous eight months starkness on Planet COVID, apparently snow is forecast in West Yorkshire for the coming days. If this was Canada, Amazon delivery vans would be changing to snow tyres, gritters/ploughs would be working around the clock and elk would be building... Continue Reading →
Uninvited, unexpected, unwelcome and under our skin, heavy snow is once again 'gracing' the populace of West Yorkshire. Woken by my spouse Karen's singing as she ironed, this morning I jumped out of bed to be greeted yet again by a carpet of snowflakes...... It's no good, I'm going to have to get that flaming... Continue Reading →
Sitting here surveying my garden through an icicle framed bay window, the scene of snowflakes laying gently on a chaste white lawn plays out in front of me. Exuding a serenity akin to witnessing the aftermath of a vigorously shaken snow globe, this sight bestows cathartic qualities of calm and silence. An inner tranquillity that... Continue Reading →
According to meteorologists and a local pensioner's bunions, the icy temperatures strangling the UK show no sign of relenting in the coming days. Originating in Scandinavia and dubbed the 'Beast from the East', this meteorological front is currently acquiring more column inches than any other news story. Apart, that is, from Saturday's English rugby defeat... Continue Reading →
Yesterday morning, I woke to a festive scene of a snow scattering in the village of East Ardsley, Wakefield. Despite the presence of winter sun, zero centigrade temperatures outside of my mother's house meant this covering wasn't in any great rush to abate. It's procrastination at melting requiring villagers to take extra care on ungritted roads and pavements. There wasn't a great deal... Continue Reading →
Todays weather forecast is that there’s going to be a snow blizzard in Leeds this afternoon. Blimey there’s nothing to this weather forecasting malarkey. Keeley Donovan and Paul Hudson, you guys get money for old rope........ Incidentally, If you also receive remuneration for new rope give me a shout, as I’m currently refurbishing a schooner. With spending my... Continue Reading →