Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday's essay On The Road To My Horizon was chronicled shortly prior to attending my inaugural Pilates class. An impulse booking made the previous evening whilst scouring the Active Leeds website for suitable classes to maintain my recently commenced fitness regime. Prior to taking my place on the Pilates mat, apart from an understanding the exercise... Continue Reading →
Owners of canines often submit that a man's best friend is his dog. However, I'd argue it's a deeply flawed claim as my best friend is Eddie Fluet from Compton Street, Drighlington. Dog owners may counter this claim, making the observation I haven't got a mutt, and if I did I'd be so enamoured with... Continue Reading →
Yesterday a friend announced their Labrador has developed a disturbing culinary taste while they partook in saunters through local meadows and copses. This new unwanted dietary development presenting itself in the form of its habitual participation in daily 'all you can eat' binges of fox pooh. According to the dog's owner the ambience provided by... Continue Reading →
We have a canine guest for a day or two. The dog in question is young Sophie the Cavalier King Charles spaniel, copper of hue and sad of eye. She is currently covering half of the sofa like Lady Avashight, sleeping off her recent walk around this suburb of Leeds. As I manfully attempt to focus while penning this narrative, my concentration... Continue Reading →
As I mentioned yesterday, the Strachan abode is currently being graced by a captivating house guest of the canine variety. When I arrived at the breakfast table this morning, there was no sign of the little lady. On asking my wife of her whereabouts, she responded “She’s in the back garden doing her business.” Being unsure of what... Continue Reading →
Inspiration evades me this chilled Sunday morning in East Leeds. If I’d have realised it was so good at the game of 'Hide and Seek', I perhaps wouldn’t have taken it up on its adumbrate challenge. I’ve looked in the downstairs cupboard, behind the living room curtains and even in the fridge, however its covert... Continue Reading →