Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
I'm back in East Ardsley, West Yorkshire, after an enjoyable few days break residing in a lodge at Heysham on the Lancashire coastline. This pleasant enough town, an Irish Sea port for ferries to the Isle of Man and Ireland, which although accessible by road not wardrobe I've been unreliable assured is twinned with Narnia. Thankfully,... Continue Reading →
This morning, an Ontarian fall chill greeted me as I jumped groggily from my bed. The warmth of yesterday, which was my weather companion as I meandered the harbour and town centre of Westport, Ontario, a distant memory as I stood shivering in my undies checking my phone. Prior to announcing I was awake by... Continue Reading →
“You’re Welcome!” A retort I’ve heard on numerous occasions from my hosts since arriving in Ontario; ordinarily in response to gratuitous responses of “Thank you.” I’m unsure if that is a nationwide Canadian trait or merely the good manners afforded by residents of the Ontarian province. Irrespective, it’s behaviour I find endearing and worthy of... Continue Reading →
It's day five of my sojourn in the land of the maple leaf. Yesterday commenced with a Canadian breakfast of pancakes with maple syrup, accompanied by bacon and sausage whilst diner in situ. A Brockville eatery next to a rail track crossroads providing me with an authentic North American continent experience which I seek on... Continue Reading →