Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
After the consternation borne from anticipation of and experiencing yesterday's meteorological mayhem, today I've woken to blue skies and almost breezeless serenity..... And no, I've not flown to Tenerife to get away from that god forsaken storm. I'd suggest flying around the UK's airspace on Sunday would've been akin to spending hours in a giant... Continue Reading →
With the UK about to be consumed by gale force winds, in currently sedate meteorological conditions, its citizens ubiquitously exist in a literal calm before the storm. That being said, after alighting my vehicle in a retail outlet's parking lot, I experienced an incident indicating germinal breezes of the soon to be ferocious winds were... Continue Reading →
This morning, upon my arrival at the breakfast table, my mother announced forecasters were predicting imminent adverse meteorological conditions in the north of England. Exposure to snow, high winds and risk of polar bear attack just some of the unpleasantness apparently heading the way of us northerners. I'm assuming her source was a qualified weather... Continue Reading →
I woke this morning relieved to find yesterday's unforgivingly icy breeze had abated. This glacial wind rendering my body heat as frigorific as temperatures experienced during 1980's nights out on Newcastle's Quayside and Bigg Market. A deeply uncomfortable coldness not abetted by being bereft of a coat, even in sub-zero temperatures. Sartorial stupidity that ensured that... Continue Reading →
I'm unsure which weather app my wife Karen utilises on her smart phone. I do know, though, I'd love to live under the wall to wall sunshine which, on a daily basis, it promises to West Yorkshire's residents. Predictions which, frustratingly, this summer have proved to be the very antithesis of what Zeus has actually... Continue Reading →
This morning, GJ Strachan awoke to solar rays, a fresh breeze and mystified why he was clad in a Scooby Doo fancy dress outfit. Although tired and distressed after watching Leeds Rhinos capitulate against Wigan yesterday evening, I'm pretty sure I retired to my slumber pit adorning my usual nighttime attire - A Piers Morgan... Continue Reading →
This morning, there's a spherical amber vision just about identifiable through West Yorkshire's hazy cloud cover. This sight, scarcely witnessed of late courtesy of the seemingly endless attendance of foreboding nimbus aerosols, a token Zeusian gesture to remind UK citizens we're not hallucinating. It is indeed summertime! The god of the skies, perhaps sending us... Continue Reading →
Meteorological inclemency may've spoiled a multitude of Bank Holiday plans for our sceptred isles populace, however the shrubs and bedding plants providing natures kaleidoscopic bounty in my garden have benefited no end. Looked through my dining areas bay window the euphorbia, aquilegia, forget-me-nots, forsythia, rhododendrons, azaleas et al seem to have doubled in size they... Continue Reading →
I'm fairly reliably informed Leeds' afternoon meteorological guest will be April showers. Precipitation no doubt welcomed with open arms by fields of arable crops and domestic spring flower beds. Flora and fauna whose exposure to almost uninterrupted Easter holiday sunshine exposing them to aridity akin to a human's palate after ingesting ten Jacobs crackers in... Continue Reading →