Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
My redolent consort on this literary sojourn's commencement is a tantalising bouquet of barbecued fare. At least one of the neighbourhood homes utilising the presence of solar rays to partake in alfresco grilling. Sunshine and barbecued fodder a marriage made in heaven; add a cold beer into the episode and there's unequivocal proof that the adage... 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 →