Itinerant Werewolf in Ardsley

Over the last twenty four hours or so, a visibility hampering haze has engulfed West Yorkshire. This 'pea souper', as my mum would call it in her distinctive Leeds brogue, creating a macabre dream-like scene outside. Unlike my night vision last week where fragrant actress Margot Robbie and me led Leeds United to only their … Continue reading Itinerant Werewolf in Ardsley

Benevolent Son

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 Benevolent Son

Begging to Differ

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 Begging to Differ

Thunderbolt & Lightning

Thunder growls raucously over east Leeds as I type. Irritably, it howls like a wounded animal - An injured creature who's also lost it's winning lottery ticket and forgotten to tape last night's shenanigans on ITV's 'Love Island'. It's accompanying downpour of rain welcomed with open arms by the parched yellow straw, which in a … Continue reading Thunderbolt & Lightning

Arid

A fair proportion of today's prose was actually meant for inclusion in yesterday's blog. However, after penning approximately 250 words on the subject of the ongoing heatwave in the UK, I had a change of heart about the topic, leading to me adopting a literary plan B. Consequently, yesterday instead of relaying 500+ words stating … Continue reading Arid

Guess Who Sighs His Lullabies

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 Guess Who Sighs His Lullabies

Half Year – Half Full?

If the Dulux paint chart is to believed, in recent days the sky has been a 'striking cyan' colour. That being said, Crown paints beg to differ with their stock list indicating the celestial dome above us is more 'splashing around' blue. I'll let the two UK paint giants argue whose chromatic descriptive is most … Continue reading Half Year – Half Full?