Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Today (hopefully) sees the the commencement of calm after the storm of moving from one West Yorkshire residence to another. An odyssey starting in January when my siblings and I first marketed our late parents abode; an episode which ended as 2022's ninth month dawned. Footnote - Incidentally, I'm not singling out West Yorkshire as... Continue Reading →
Friday 11th May - When I woke I'd not much planned for my day. Conspicuous by it's presence, the white space from my old school paper diary forlornly stared back at me - It's chaste pages bereft of itinerary. As it was, my morning was anything but empty. If it had been pre-planned in my... Continue Reading →
Towards the start of the movie The Sound of Music, the nuns of Nonnberg Abbey sing of their exasperation at the behaviour of a flighty novice in the song How Do You Solve a Problem Like Maria? Well, never mind trying to resolve the conundrum of young Maria’s frolicking, I want to know how do you... Continue Reading →
Currently bereft of a topic for today’s narrative my eye (well both eyes really) is drawn to the behaviour of two of the neighbourhood cats. One of which is sat on my front lawn, while the other cavorts with abandon in my back garden. While Marmalade gorges on the spoils of a recent hunting expedition... Continue Reading →
This morning the unforgiving precipitation and foreboding grey overhead nimbus clouds returned to East Leeds. The few days of respite from rain have departed and my mind turns once again to the conundrum of whether I should build an ark! In my back garden, a solitary robin shelters forlornly under pyracantha leaves, whilst feasting on... Continue Reading →