Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Sitting in a South Leeds shopping centre café, the inaugural paragraphs of this monologue are being written during a thirty minutes period I've to kill while waiting to start a stint of voluntary work for a national cancer charity. My medio iced Americano staring back at me, I panoramically scour the tables of this multinational... Continue Reading →
Meteorological inclemency may've spoiled a multitude of Bank Holiday plans for our sceptred isles populace, however the shrubs and bedding plants providing natures kaleidoscopic bounty in my garden have benefited no end. Looked through my dining areas bay window the euphorbia, aquilegia, forget-me-nots, forsythia, rhododendrons, azaleas et al seem to have doubled in size they... Continue Reading →
This morning, I'm greeted by a beautiful array of colours while I peer bleary eyed through my dining room window. Enhanced by the late autumnal sun, the deep orange of pyracantha, burgundy of sedum and multiple tinctures of winter pansies stare contentedly back at me. In front of me lays a view that's literally a sight for sore eyes. Basking in solar rays... Continue Reading →
A visit to the garden centre is on the itinerary today. The goal to purchase primulas, stand next to scented candles loudly exclaiming “They smell good, but they're bloody expensive!” and price an innovative new lawnmower powered by middle aged cynicism. My intention is to amalgamate the primulas with the daffs, tulips and bluebells to provide a synergy of spring colour dans... Continue Reading →