Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Thursday 19th April - Due to a busy schedule, today's flight of whimsy will have to be penned in segments. Chunks of narration conveying how my few 'to dos' are progressing, on what is forecast to be the meteorological silver-lining of recent cloud cover. Arriving downstairs this morning my wife Karen enthusiastically informed me "The... Continue Reading →
I've got the last lawn cuts of the year to undertake today. It's barely a event that will gain a mention on the national TV news (or indeed locally) unless it's an incredibly slow news day. It's unlikely, however on a particularly barren Sunday in the BBC news room, who knows. The features editor may deem yarns of my garden... Continue Reading →
I spent a good part of my Saturday undertaking horticultural maintenance within the grounds of casa Strachana. Not a vast freeholding, the upkeep of the grounds is ordinarily a relatively straightforward chore, with exception of the maze - a recent self-indulgence of my wife Karen. My diminutive spouse insisted on designing and constructing the maze, such was her enthusiasm for the project.... Continue Reading →
Weeding and pruning the garden borders at this time of year can be a real pain in the ass. Endeavouring to navigate the plethora of spiders webs without it's creator ending up on your head or down your collar is a an acquired skill. Additionally, fall nuisance flies, miniscule of size but maximum of lughole itch, attempt to infiltrate the visage orifices of horticulturists,... Continue Reading →
It's lunchtime and I'm commencing this blog perched in an armchair in my parent's living room. I know I didn't need to relay I was sat on part of mater and pater's three piece suite, however I'm trying to add to the scene descriptive. I realise you probably took it as read that while creating this literary masterpiece I'd... Continue Reading →
I had a wee sojourn over to chez Strachan senior this afternoon, catching up on the progress of my recuperating pater, along with undertaking a few gardening chores. I was encouraged to hear that the old man is getting his appetite back. A much needed dietary requirement following a month in hospital living almost exclusively on cheese toasties and... Continue Reading →
Some ancestral object d’art may not have the aesthetic allure of a Capability Brown landscape design, or an Italian Renaissance painting; however that shouldn't diminish its importance within the fabric of your family history. Before I move on I should clarify that, to the best of my knowledge, my family have never owned a Italian Renaissance painting. Its inclusion... Continue Reading →
On this sunny West Yorkshire morn, I’ve been pottering in the back garden. Don’t ask what pottering means as I’ve no flipping idea, but I’m told by the missus that’s what I’ve been doing. Lately, I have been trying hard to improve my horticultural knowledge; and as such am attempting to learn the Latin or common... Continue Reading →
An early morning intervention of my nimbostratus nemesis scuppered todays plans of applying preservative to chez Strachan’s garden fencing. The wooden target area rendered untreatable by the thick charcoal cloud's unwelcome precipitation. Even though I applied wood stain to the majority of my fence panels last year, this task remained a necessity as areas remain untreated due to being covered by deciduous... Continue Reading →