Atlantic Views

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…

Winter Break

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…

What’s That Do?!

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…

Au Revoir Lomond

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….

The Oak Tree

An hour sitting in a hot tub’s eddying waters was yesterday morning’s staycation dainty, as my Loch Lomond break continued unbound. The balmy bath’s overhead covering negating the fact my meteorological companion was a steady Stirlingshire drizzle. This roof keeping the temperate water from being tainted by it’s unfiltered cloud sourced cousin. I’d afforded myself…

Lady of the Lake

I’m sitting in a lodge with stunning views of Great Britain’s largest lake (by surface area) while I gird today’s literary loins. My accommodation’s proximity to Loch Lomond, along with it’s luxurious design and decor making this just about the apt choice I could’ve made as a location for a serene break. The view from…

The First Leg

The first leg of my Scottish break commences at midday when the Strachmobile heads north-west for a one-night stop in Dumfries, Scotland. My destination a market town laying fifteen miles within Scots territory as the crow flies. That being said, as I’m travelling by car not on the back of a giant corvus, it’ll be…

Serenity

Today sees my last day on the North Yorkshire break hastily instigated a week ago in a bid to escape the relentless stress consequential of living at my mum’s abode. Anxiety levels heightened by our increasingly fraught relationship, which’d reached a plateau where yours truly genuinely feared, if unaddressed, I’d undergo another heart attack. That…