Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Commencing today's observations, I'm perched in my garden beneath a resplendent West Yorkshire sun. The romantic within me raising a smile as I draw poetry from my accompanying chromatic flora and fauna landscape. This ocular sonnet, via the conduit between eye and area of the brain which processes pictures, leading me to conclude (despite my... Continue Reading →
I was intending to garden this afternoon. However, on this scorching day, my enthusiasm for the task disappeared along with the garden thermometer's mercury, after it overheated and blew its top. Consequently, as I write, my lawnmower loiters lonely and unloved in the garage, while yours truly lounges at a patio table shaded by parasol.... Continue Reading →
Tis a gradely day here in West Yorkshire. An oppressive heat affording opportunity for us Brits to indulge in our national sport of whinging about the weather. These meteorological clarion calls a year long pastime which, if segwayed into Olympic competition, the GB/NI squad would undoubtedly strike gold. Previously, I oft pondered why the same... Continue Reading →
Summer 1976 - Recollected by many for wall to wall sunshine in the UK, the Montreal Olympic Games, Jimmy Carter/Gerald Ford's nominations in the US presidential election and the end of the Cod War between the UK and Iceland. For me, though, I recall it as an era my existence took an unwelcome path for... Continue Reading →
According to a local weather forecaster, today is the last day for a while where Yorkshire will experience unusually warm, windless meteorological conditions. So today is the literal calm before the storm; prior to our long-standing warm spell being displaced by rain, strong breezes and climatic instability. To be honest, I was quite relieved to... Continue Reading →
In his 1965 refrain Summer Wind, Frank Sinatra sang of a seemingly season long breeze which blew in from the sea - Presumably, the Pacific Ocean on the US's west coast. These gentle gusts a welcome cooling accompaniment to beach walks with his sweetheart. As you'd expect from Francis Albert, it's a lament delivered with... Continue Reading →
Patio heater; August eve What gives Aura and Aurai? Is the holidaying in Ibiza ad infinitum? Returning on wings of Ryan imminent? Dissenters tired of sustaining your cat, Watering begonias evermore my remit? When will I see you again enquired trio degrees Addendum when will we share moments special Is amour agenda or merely... Continue Reading →
Chiminea ignited; summertime meteorology remains clandestine Conspiring with already migrated birds; Blighty blighted Sabbatical prior to indulgence of prodigal son, hemisphere south Kill the fatted calf for sub equator folk Hopefully father can elucidate on northern warmth disparity. August chill ignites yeti’s comfort seeking Less clear is need for his attention seeking Chiminea joins in... Continue Reading →