Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
The denizens of West Yorkshire have today emerged from their Bank Holiday lie in to leaden skies. An aesthetically displeasing weather state, diminished further by a now familiar accompanying breeze. Rarely a day goes by, regardless of season, where there isn’t a gust of some magnitude rustling the pyracantha or damaging the frail stems of the aquilegia. Some... Continue Reading →
As we hurtle relentlessly towards ‘Christmas Day’, this morning's winter sky exhibited a greyness akin to that John Major’s Prime Ministership in the 1990’s. Like the former Tory leader, the prevailing meteorological conditions were undemonstrative, dank, middle of the road and uninspiring. However, unlike JM (as his monogrammed handkerchief knows him), there has been no hanky panky... Continue Reading →