Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Last week saw a two night tarry to a campsite near Berwick-upon-Tweed with my kid brother, Ian. Our camper van resting place affording its lucky visitors enchanting views of North Sea landscapes Lindisfarne, and further afield Bamburgh Castle. Lindisfarne (aka as Holy Island) the tidal isle, with its links to 6th century monks Saint Cuthbert... Continue Reading →
Today's literary offering is a piece penned for a writing group meeting this week. The topic for this maximum 1,000 word narrative was to journal a first meeting between a young man/new girlfriend and his parents... Concentrating in part on the thoughts of the mother, along with the son's new partners observations of events as... Continue Reading →
Zella, my partner Sarah's adorable German Shepherd, looks back forlornly at me as I crank up todays creative literary engine. I've gotta say, I'm unsure why the sable haired beauty looks so despondent. After all, she's had a walk, during which she enjoyed herself chasing and retrieving sticks; the furry canine's also had her morning... Continue Reading →
My partner Sarah's residence, where I'm penning this piece, is around 200 yards as the crow flies from the Ossett care home where my mum passed away around eighteen months ago. With my beau out earning some pennies at the supervised living home where she plies her trade, I'm sitting here thinking about mater. In... Continue Reading →
Something struck me during my stay at a North Yorkshire campsite during the weekend. This scheduled tarry taken in the campervan my West Yorkshire beau Sarah and me use to explore little corners of this green and pleasant land. I suppose camping in a van, especially one modernised to provide comforts of home such as... Continue Reading →
I was introduced to the delights of the West Yorkshire town of Horbury for the first time on Saturday evening, A night cruising the Wakefield satellite borough seeing yours truly getting up to sing karaoke for the fourth time in two weeks. This questionable piece of spontaneity seeing me warbling a version of Keane's 'Somewhere... Continue Reading →
The wind is darned gusty this morning; this inclement weather so blustery that during my short walk from apartment building door to the car a gust seized my cap and hairpiece. The pair last seen hurtling over the horizon in a north easterly direction towards Castleford... An episode made even stranger by the fact I... Continue Reading →
Yesterday morning an unexpected audible ping greeted my arrival into the living room. Conscious it was Valentines Day, I poetically romanticised this soundscape maybe Cupid's bow string shooting an arrow in my direction - This episode playing out as a gesture of amour from a love struck beau. It was not long, though, before yours... Continue Reading →
Scene - Friday afternoon in an east Leeds coffee shop. A middle-aged man of erratic mind enjoys a catch up over a cappuccino with an uncle in his dotage. Perched on stools on stools in the company of local coffee patrons and three baristas, what follows are excerpts from the duo's post-noon verbal exchanges. "Things... Continue Reading →