Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I'm currently dog sitting my little Labrador/retriever buddy Coco. This beautiful lady, who's as I write quietly gazes back at me with her head propped on an easy chair arm, has thankfully just granted my lugholes some respite. My ears close to bleeding after the raucously excitable bark she emitted whilst going out for a... Continue Reading →
I've just returned from a morning walk with my canine buddy Coco. A meander with the obligatory aimless wandering, inquisitive sniffing, the marking of territory with four pees and a sign off poop..... And that was just me! Seriously, though, witnessing the sheer glee on my labrador chum's endearing facade, while zig zagging across the... Continue Reading →
GJ Strachan commences this monologue fresh from feeding my little canine buddy Coco her lunch. As I look across at my Labrador/retriever cross sat on the settee it's heartening to see the look of contentment borne from emptying her food bowl and the walk we embarked upon prior to eating.. Our perambulation taking place around... Continue Reading →
It's a stark grey day, however it's not dampening the esprit consequential of being in the company of my lab/retriever buddy Coco. An affectionate soul from the red rose county of Lancashire, the spirited demeanour she displays when in her presence absolutely melting my heart. This morning while walking with my loving canine buddy at... Continue Reading →
"It was cold; once she'd done her business we came straight back home." Information related to me from a friend in response to a question relating to the walk she'd returned from with her Labrador/retriever cross Coco. The expression 'doing its business' has always struck me as a curious way to describe a canines emptying... Continue Reading →
Mainly through my ignorance, along with a paucity of previous existential exposure to canine company, until a few months ago I wasn't a fan of having my face licked by a dog....... Or, if truth be told, any other part of my anatomy for that matter! This then indifference borne from hygiene questions raised from... Continue Reading →
I'm writing this life chronicle in a rural village four miles south of market town Thirsk, North Yorkshire. Apparently farmland on the periphery of this cottage, where I'm residing for a few days, former working haunts of veterinary/author James Herriot. The vet/penman whose series of books were heavily inspired by epiphanies sourced by real-life interactions... Continue Reading →
Since July's swapping of my residential post code area from LS15 to WF3 I've been lucky enough to have travelled to Scotland, Wales and Canada. In the process meeting some fabulously positive, engaging individuals whose company and generosity of spirit has been the very antithesis of the toxicity and negativity that for decades had hung... Continue Reading →
There's a saying that, with its chromatic scenery, the county of Kent is 'The Garden of England'. Waking to yet another day of incessant precipitation, I've concluded there's something behind the cliche that Lancashire*** county is casa England's shower tray. *** - The county west of my home county Yorkshire, where I'm residing for a few... Continue Reading →