Spending time living in the great outdoors, your back hair being blown evocatively by a summer zephyr, can be wonderful fun… Unless, of course, you don’t have back hair. In which case my heart goes out to you for missing out on such brio. With the above in mind, my owning of a campervan, along…
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A Seafront Visit Down Memory Lane
In my last blog I wrote of a campervan breakfast of singed crumpets and coffee at a scenic campsite on Scarborough’s periphery. The bakery fare smeared with my ‘go to’ toast topping of Marmite; a vegemite wonder which, along with a strong coffee, often jumpstart GJ Strachan’s dormant morning tastebuds. While eating the petit dejeuner…
The Day A Rebel Was Born
Mid-summer 1971 – Recently enveloped by imposing thunder clouds, the West Yorkshire skies darkened as a babe in arms, later to be known as ‘The Rebellious One’, makes her inaugural appearance on this dysfunctional planet. The arrival not a virgin birth, or consequently marked by a reverential visit by three wise men. Not too big…
Breakfast Review
As I commence penning these observations, I am sitting outside my campervan on the periphery of the North Yorkshire seaside haven of Scarborough. Situated within a pleasant camping park, the surrounding areas provide an aesthetically pleasing accompaniment to my literary toil. I am unsure of the specific names of the rolling tree lined hills bestowing…
Locked In
Yesterday, as a writing workshop exercise, we were encouraged to escribe via the medium of sensory awareness. The remit to produce fictional prose relaying our experiences after being placed in an induced coma. This state affording use of all your senses apart from sight and speech. So, in a nutshell, the literary challenge was to…
Fighting Fatigue
Since returning from my Portuguese vacation on Friday, frustratingly I’ve been laid low with overwhelming fatigue and ‘the runs’. The only plus side of the latter being frequent dashes to the bathroom have meant, despite illness, I am maintaining my daily Fit Bit step target. With regards the tiredness element of my condition, I feel…
Rebel Without A Cause
Last week’s Portuguese vacation with my partner Sarah has meant it has been a barren time literary wise of late. Sure, I could have still waxed lyric on the Iberian Peninsula. However, instead I chose to indulge on a relaxing seven-day smorgasbord of sun, sand, sangria, silliness, and Sarah. An alliteration brew warming both my…
Sarah’s Smile
During a reflective moment yesterday, lyrics to Daryl Hall and John Hall’s 1970s song Sara’s Smile meandered evocatively around my neurological corridors. These locutions floated around my mind, gently blown along by a metaphorical zephyr. Calming and soothing my soul, evoking thoughts of my beau Sarah. Sure, unlike Daryl Hall’s girlfriend Sara, my Ossett squeeze…
Festival Days
Last weekend saw my inaugural visit to a music festival. It has only took six decades but the wait was well worth it, even the ninety minutes it took to get from the venue entrance to my camper van pitch. If there is a sun god, he also had tickets to the musical clambake. His…