Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I'm currently making the most of sitting in an environment of rare serenity in chez Strachan. For the first time in a week I'm writing a blog without a distracting background soundscape, such as the murmur of daytime TV, nor the thunderous snoring of my mother or Coco (the canine buddy I'm dog sitting until... 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 →
Sitting in the newly renovated patio area dubbed 'Mally's Bar' after my late father, there's soundscape of birdsong as a backdrop to journaling these observations. As if conducted by Sir Simon Rattle, this ensemble of blackbird, blue tit, magpie and wood pigeon treating yours truly to a beautifully melodic tweet arrangement. Their tuneful arioso drowning... 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 →
Blowing gently in prevailing West Yorkshire zephyrs a single strand of proteinaceous spider silk lays entwined within the pergola beams above my head. It's gentle movement reflecting a bisque colour drawn from overhead solar rays. As we lay on the cusp of June's equinox, with sub sequential onset of ever darkening evenings, it warming (both... Continue Reading →
Commencing today's observations, I'm perched in my garden beneath a resplendent West Yorkshire sun. The romantic within me raising a smile as I draw poetry from my accompanying chromatic flora and fauna landscape. This ocular sonnet, via the conduit between eye and area of the brain which processes pictures, leading me to conclude (despite my... Continue Reading →
Thirty one years ago tomorrow, at just gone 3am, I became a father for the first time when my son Jonathon made a belated appearance at a Bedfordshire hospital. His arrival followed a harrowing seven hours for his mum, and me shouting myself hoarse with frequent cries of “Heave!”….. An unhelpful yell that, in hindsight, probably made it appear there... Continue Reading →
After spending an hour or so this morning ensconced in Pinderfields hospital Accident & Emergency (A&E) department, Wakefield, I'm back home nursing the knee injury sustained yesterday in a freak incident. An ordinarily innocent enough twisting motion while rising from a garden chair the source of GJ Strachan's prevailing joint agony. Anyhow, the diagnosis is... Continue Reading →
Yesterday's overnight dream played out with the peculiarity which ordinarily underpins my visions of slumber. This surreal plot line including me taking a hedgehog shopping for shoes, snogging late singer/TV presenter Cilla Black and witnessing a circus clown riding off on a Penny Farthing bicycle he'd stolen from my garage. Events raising several questions upon... Continue Reading →