Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
It has been an expensive week motor vehicle wise. Insuring and paying road tax for Victor the campervan, along with purchasing two new front tyres for my car has seen the best part of 1,000 English pounds haemorrhage from my savings account. Bearing in mind Victor spends 99% of his existence off road, either on... Continue Reading →
I'd not intended to put pen to paper today, or should that font to virtual paper? However, as I've an hour to kill before the bus transporting me to Fuerteventura airport arrives, I thought I'd utilise the time productively... Well, if writing these unreliable essays can be classed as productive. GJ Strachan's last night in... Continue Reading →
Day 6 - With one full day remaining before I'm homeward bound, I sit and reflect on the hotel terrace while listening to the Atlantic Ocean surge relentlessly against Fuerteventura's volcanic coastline... Well, to be more accurate, with it's burning lava-like redness, augmented by suntan lotion glow, it is my forehead that's reflecting. Sadly, today's... Continue Reading →
Although hazy recollections, I'm pretty sure a few summers back I penned a narrative about an outdoor audio backdrop involving wood pigeons communicating with each other. An exchange not too dissimilar to listening to a bunch of old fishwives over a garden fence. As I recall I was fascinated at the time by the avian... Continue Reading →
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 →
The azure blue of the Atlantic Ocean provides a distant landscape to today's poolside prose penning. Fuerteventura pleasingly warm, although an accompanying zephyr from the sea tempers the warmth a degree or two. Apart from the pool bar beatbox the audio backdrop is predominantly the hushed tones of. chattering holidaymakers. Conversations conducted in a multitude... Continue Reading →
I arrived in the Canary Island of Fuerteventura yesterday afternoon for a weeks hiatus. The town, which'll be my home for seven nights, the southern borough of Jandia. Fuerte's premier resort rhyming with Randia. Footnote - Talking of Randia, as I'm here without my Ossett beau Sarah, that's a feeling I'll be avoiding for a... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, in Shouting It From The Rooftops, yours truly journaled about a two night luxury lodge break I'd enjoyed earlier in the week. A stay where a brief dabble in ostentatious living soothed my soul, calmed my spirits and recharged my flailing batteries. Consequently, after a 50 minute return west from Yorkshire's north riding, GJ... Continue Reading →
Mindful of today's long drive from Stirlingshire to West Yorkshire, yesterday saw a particularly leisurely day here at my Loch Lomond lodge. My daylight hours spent writing, drawing, hot-tubbing and arbitrarily mulling over whether sloths are dangerous to humans...... According to my unreliable source (village idiot Hamish Troke) the answer to the latter is no.... Continue Reading →