Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
This morning, in preparation for the Christmas holiday period, I picked up a bunch of non-perishable comestibles, along with a smattering of non-food products...... To clarify, I didn't just pick them up and proceed to walk/run out of the supermarket with a security guard in hot pursuit - I also paid for the items.Not only is... Continue Reading →
Sunday 20th May - Yesterday, chez Strachan's lunchtime was graced with the presence of my son Jonny and his fiancée Jenny. Their arrival enhancing the already aesthetically pleasing late spring views bestowed by my modestly sized garden. A chromatic sight for my sleep deprived sore eyes. My boy greeted me with a hug and a... Continue Reading →
In yesterday's narrative Neil Fraser’s Cricket Boots I wrote whimsically of northern England summers past. In particular my mother's futile obsession with her son's maintaining sartorial elegance on the cricket field. They were balmy summers in the mid to late 1970's. Times when the meteorological gods bequeathed us Brits three to four warm months a year.... Continue Reading →
Despite it still being March, yesterday's pleasant West Yorkshire temperatures allowed for our family Mother's Day roast dinner to be consumed alfresco. The sunny temperate weather enabling my wife, adult children, my parents and I to sit comfortably at the patio table, whilst we chewed the fat...... I knew I should have bought a leaner cut of meat! Only kidding, the... Continue Reading →