Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
As highlighted in my blog The Beagle With The Seagull, I recently re-homed a beagle hound. Six weeks of providing shelter, poop picking, feeding, and walking the capricious hound have taught me a valuable lesson… I should have rehomed a budgie!... Only kidding, I would not swap Bella for the world. Unless of course the... Continue Reading →
Of late, I have taken on a few more doggy day care duties for my partner Sarah. This following her daughter Katelan and fella Simon’s departure from her home. Packing in my part-time job affording me opportunity to undertake this labour of love. Let me start by saying I have absolutely no issue with keeping... Continue Reading →
As I sit journaling insights into last weekend’s campervan adventure, a constant pinging emanates from the kitchen area. The distracting sound venturing through the office door ‘ole, joining Barnsley Road traffic noise as an accompanying audioscape to my penmanship. I have narrowed down the source of this audible alert to receipt of a stream of... Continue Reading →
A scene witnessed from my apartment office window has just resulted in having to perform a double take. This early Wednesday plotline taking place as I perched my butt on this desk chair. The sight causing me to remove my specs and, cartoonlike, rub my eyelids with the inside of both index fingers and thumbs.... Continue Reading →
Well, my little buddy Coco appeared to enjoy a splendid birthday on Thursday. Sure, it wasn't an occasion playing out with any great pomp and circumstance - The beautiful Labrador/retriever cross's official arrival into middle age not celebrated with a marching band, elaborate firework display or quaffing of champers. However, my poochy pal still managed... Continue Reading →
A pleasant stroll around Ardsley reservoir with Coco provided this mornings raison d'être for yours truly. My little Labrador buddy and I making the most of cooler mid morning temperatures to complete a circuit of the Wakefield parkland. Our slow perambulation around the lake's 1.5 mile circumference allowing the inquisitive canine time to explore every... Continue Reading →
It's 10.04 am on Sunday 7th March as GJ Strachan commences this potboiler. Coco has been walked, breakfast has been devoured, washing up completed, and now I'm perched close to a roaring gas fire with my trusty laptop. In the distance a background soundscape of classic 1970s/80s refrains plays courtesy of Magic radio. Coco is... Continue Reading →
I've just returned from a walk on the mild side with my lab/retriever chum Coco. Two laps of the local park, and a new stroll route around the periphery of the estate has ensured old sandy pelt achieved her Fitbit step goal for today. Currently, she's laid prostrate on the sofa; appearing tired following her... Continue Reading →
The remaining time as dog sitter to my labrador chum Coco is diminishing; her mum Samantha this evening venturing east across the Pennine Hills to retrieve the flaxen coated retriever. The four legged enchantress, who stole my heart (along with a fair proportion of my meals), returning to Lancashire to once again mix with canine... Continue Reading →