Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Last weekend I spent two nights at a campervan festival on the English/Welsh border. The almost constant sunshine, an enchanting Chester landscape and good company contributed to existing in forty eight hours of outdoor ambrosia. Re-reading the above paragraph, it has struck me that I'd no need to prefix Welsh with the word English. After... Continue Reading →
I'm not a gambling man - A comment I relay not out of self-righteousness, moreover to explain it's a pastime that doesn't provide me with the buzz it does many others. This being the case even if my punt bares fruit. With the exception of a few quid bet with course-side bookie at a race... Continue Reading →
It’s Grand National day this coming Saturday. A day of equine drama, jubilation, despair and, for many in the UK, their only sporting bet of the year. The throng of once a year punters, a well subscribed club of who myself belong - Apart from the few days a year when I go racing at... Continue Reading →
The Knavesmire racecourse in York was the destination of yesterday's sojourn for my wife and yours truly; the event in question, Ladies Day of the annual Ebor meeting. It's a day that creates unfettered colour from jockey silks, along with the splendid outfits of peacock suited ladies and gents. This aesthetically pleasing kaleidoscopic vision enhanced further by the majesty of... Continue Reading →