Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday, the seemingly endless late spring rain relented for long enough to allow yours truly to experience the verve resultant from cooking alfresco. Not to mention, enjoying an hour or so of even tide fresh air where I languished in front of a wood burning chiminea with vino in hand and bluetooth speaker playing The... Continue Reading →
I'm sitting having lunch alfresco as I quill this quixotic qualitied chronicle. A mushroom and ham pizza, along with a refreshing cider shandy with ice the accomplices to my crime against literature. Unlike an egg, you can't beat an mushroom and ham pizza - A topping invented by god because he found a meat feast... Continue Reading →
Sunday 20th May - Yesterday, chez Strachan's lunchtime was graced with the presence of my son Jonny and his fiancée Jenny. Their arrival enhancing the already aesthetically pleasing late spring views bestowed by my modestly sized garden. A chromatic sight for my sleep deprived sore eyes. My boy greeted me with a hug and a... Continue Reading →
In yesterday's narrative Neil Fraser’s Cricket Boots I wrote whimsically of northern England summers past. In particular my mother's futile obsession with her son's maintaining sartorial elegance on the cricket field. They were balmy summers in the mid to late 1970's. Times when the meteorological gods bequeathed us Brits three to four warm months a year.... Continue Reading →
Patio heater; August eve What gives Aura and Aurai? Is the holidaying in Ibiza ad infinitum? Returning on wings of Ryan imminent? Dissenters tired of sustaining your cat, Watering begonias evermore my remit? When will I see you again enquired trio degrees Addendum when will we share moments special Is amour agenda or merely... Continue Reading →
As yesterday's sun perched at solar noon, in a West Yorkshire suburban garden flickering flames engulfing neatly stacked briquettes in a kettle drum bbq. This combustion resultant from the rendezvous of a firelighter with a lit match; a meeting instigated by a middle age man, random of thought and erratic of mind. Bearing in mind the stiff breeze, which I though would render my efforts of... Continue Reading →