Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
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 →
As December grasps the calendar baton from November, whose watch matched the previous eight months starkness on Planet COVID, apparently snow is forecast in West Yorkshire for the coming days. If this was Canada, Amazon delivery vans would be changing to snow tyres, gritters/ploughs would be working around the clock and elk would be building... Continue Reading →
This morning, during a phone call with my mother, I was informed forecasters have predicted imminent adverse meteorological conditions in the north of England. Snow, high winds and risk of polar bear attack just some of the unpleasantness apparently heading our way I'm assuming her source is a weather forecasters, not a unreliable prophecy was... Continue Reading →
Aside from the health issues of two of my close family members, one of the most challenging parts of my existence over winter is not being able to get into my garden. With the therapeutic qualities of a spa visit without the overpowering aroma of lavender, unless of course you have a lavender plant in... Continue Reading →