Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Working with this week's topic prompt of ‘The Walk’, my mind wandered to a recent discussion at a writing workshop I attend on a bi-weekly basis. This whimsical exchange relating to the merits, or otherwise, of an upcoming naked stroll scheduled to take place at a nearby North Yorkshire town. Let me start by admitting my understanding of this... Continue Reading →
I'm penning this prose from within the hallowed walls of my partner Sarah's living room. A bright and airy room which she has decorated in the minimalist style she so says she prefers. I reckon if truth be told, though, the chamber is only minimalist because she's not yet worked out how to shop-lift a... Continue Reading →
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 →
I have had a buddy from Gateshead stopping at my Wakefield apartment for the past two days. A cohort of mine since working together at the National Coal Board head office in the early 1980's, he (also named Gary) taught me a huge amount about inappropriate humour; including the limerick starting 'The was a young... 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 →
I spent a section of my Sunday at a North Yorkshire horse show with my buddy Sarah, her youngest daughter Katelan, Simon (K's partner)and their handsome specimen of equine majesty who goes by the name Fendi. Consequently, for a few calming hours I spent my time standing in awe at the sheer magnificence of these... Continue Reading →
Individuals who know me will vouch, when it comes to what makes me laugh, I'm sporadically liable to regress back into childhood behaviour. Episodes where I'm prone to belly laugh over the most randomly innocuous or absurd whimsical events. An example of this during my fledgling years played out as a ten year old. An... Continue Reading →
My Sunday afternoon/evening and Monday morning were spent at a wedding within the Victorian built chambers of Peckforton Castle. Constructed in medieval style, this impressive faux fortress stands on the northern edges of Cheshire's Peckforton Hills. The opulence of the celebratory affair fitting in perfectly with the affluent county in which it resides. I'll be... Continue Reading →
On Friday lunchtime I stood proudly as part of a voluntary team collecting on behalf of 2022's Marie Curie Great Daffodil Appeal. My second voluntary role of the year (I'd undertaken a similar role the previous week) a brio augmenting episode made even more worthwhile by the magnanimous patrons of Morrisons supermarket, Morley. I've not... Continue Reading →