Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Dark grey clouds provide the landscape as I look out from the deck of my newly constructed ark. A vessel built on a whim two weeks prior to the arrival of the seemingly endless precipitation which's dogged West Yorkshire of late, Unlike Noah, there's not two of every animal on my buoyant new abode which... Continue Reading →
This afternoon, I plan to cook Sunday dinner for my mum. The traditional roast beef serving to be dished up with roast potatoes, Yorkshire puddings, cauliflower, broccoli and sprouts. After this gorging on meat and vegetable West Yorkshire will be issued with a red weather alert. This notice warning of horrific winds ahead, particularly in... Continue Reading →
Despite the UK's prevailing erratic meteorological conditions, spring is only around the corner, although I'm unsure which corner it's hiding behind. Wherever the season resides, though, I'm hoping it'll stop procrastinating and get it's ass back to Blighty pronto. Weekend weather forecast maps exhibiting low pressure isobars envelope our nation; these tightening to their narrowest... Continue Reading →