Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Day 4 of my Canary Island trip has seen the weather gods bequeath a morning mix of sun and cloud. This meteorological zeitgeist meaning a cooler feel accompanies the writing of today's blog. However, this minor temperate drop detracts not from GJ Strachan's overall enjoyment of the vacation. As TV chef Ainsley Harriet once taught... Continue Reading →
They say prevailing outside temperatures are currently mid-30's Celsius here in Blighty. I've gotta say, though, it feels more like the steady 190C my oven blasts out when cooking corned beef hash...... Or, coming to think of it, any other dish which requires cooking at 190C! The calefaction produced by solar rays today and yesterday... Continue Reading →
As from 17th May we in England will be once again allowed to hug each other....... Well, unless it's an unconsenting clinch which could end up with a restraining order; or sore testicles...... Unless, you're a woman, where the latter won't apply...... Unless, of course, you're a woman with testicles! Anyhow, moving on swiftly, it's... Continue Reading →
Yesterday afternoon, a wintertide sun paid an brief visit to the white rose county. As with the super trouper in the 1970's ABBA song, the solar ray beams were blinding. Borrowing further from the Scandinavian refrain, I didn't feel blue, like I always do, cos somewhere in the crowd was you. By you, I'm referring... Continue Reading →
It's back!!.... The prodigal sun has returned to Yorkshire. Kill the fatted calf, ignite the spit roast coals (well, bbq briquettes), replenish your ever depleting vitamin D levels and rejoice! If weather forecasters are to be believed, the UK has entered a meteorological Indian summer stage..... Or was that the India is due a UK... Continue Reading →
Saturday morning - The calm before Sunday's forecast rainstorm. Serenity prior to the tempest. Tranquillity ahead of the deluge. The affable Doctor Henry Jekyll afore his morph into evil Edward Hyde. Sunshine graces this corner of England's green and pleasant land. West Yorkshire making the most of today's solar rays by donning a ragged straw... Continue Reading →
This morning I opened the bedroom curtains to be greeted by a little seen spherical object overhead. Mustard of colour, it bequeathed a comforting warmth to my unshaven face and equally hirsute chest. Through tired eyes, I assumed either the sun had made a welcome return, or Laa Laa had been filled with helium again by his mischievous Teletubby friends. After... Continue Reading →