Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Last weekend I spent two nights at a campervan festival on the English/Welsh border. The almost constant sunshine, an enchanting Chester landscape and good company contributed to existing in forty eight hours of outdoor ambrosia. Re-reading the above paragraph, it has struck me that I'd no need to prefix Welsh with the word English. After... Continue Reading →
It’s Grand National day this coming Saturday. A day of equine drama, jubilation, despair and, for many in the UK, their only sporting bet of the year. The throng of once a year punters, a well subscribed club of who myself belong - Apart from the few days a year when I go racing at... Continue Reading →
It’s Grand National day today. A day of equine drama, jubilation, despair and, for many in the UK, their only sporting bet of the year. Apart from the few days a year when I go racing at York, I include myself within the throng of once a year punters. I belong to this group who... Continue Reading →