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 →
Needing more garden accessories to get rained upon daily in the backyard, this morning witnessed me braving yet more West Yorkshire precipitation to decorate the pergola top with solar lighting. Now all that's required is for sunshine to lose its modesty, affording conditions to allow long awaited use of this recently revamped outside area. Actually,... Continue Reading →
According to BBC's fragrant weather presenter Carol Kirkwood, precipitation will predominantly be this weeks meteorological bedfellow. An irksome forecast which, despite being delivered by an uber chirpy Scottish lady with a delightful West Highlands lilt, has frustratingly scuppered my plans of further outdoor timber staining..... Well, in the short term, anyhow. As an aside, upon... Continue Reading →
Is it me or have Amazon started using a one size fits all cardboard box to package purchases pre-shipping. I maybe imagining this, however it seems to me that whether you order a TV, watch or book of stamps, the same large packaging appears to be delivered to your door. For smaller items brown sheets... Continue Reading →
This morning, drawing back my bedroom drapes was a catalyst to notions of a festive refrain which's been much heard of late. This oft covered lament's first verse proffering "The weather outside is frightful, yet inside it's so delightful, and as there's no place to go, let it snow!.... Let it snow!..... Let it snow!"... Continue Reading →
This afternoon, I plan to cook Sunday dinner for my mum. The traditional roast beef serving to be dished up with roast potatoes, Yorkshire puddings, cauliflower, broccoli and sprouts. After this gorging on meat and vegetable West Yorkshire will be issued with a red weather alert. This notice warning of horrific winds ahead, particularly in... 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 →
Tis a gradely day here in West Yorkshire. An oppressive heat affording opportunity for us Brits to indulge in our national sport of whinging about the weather. These meteorological clarion calls a year long pastime which, if segwayed into Olympic competition, the GB/NI squad would undoubtedly strike gold. Previously, I oft pondered why the same... Continue Reading →
Despite the UK's prevailing erratic meteorological conditions, spring is only around the corner, although I'm unsure which corner it's hiding behind. Wherever the season resides, though, I'm hoping it'll stop procrastinating and get it's ass back to Blighty pronto. Weekend weather forecast maps exhibiting low pressure isobars envelope our nation; these tightening to their narrowest... Continue Reading →