Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Friday 6th April - I'm sitting at Leeds train station penning this prose - Awaiting the Newcastle bound locomotive to meet mates from that metropolis, nestling on the River Tyne's north eastern banks.. People watching and waiting for my Americano coffee to reduce to a temperature that won't result in third degree tongue burns, I... Continue Reading →
I ventured westbound over the Pennine Hills this morning - Destination Cheshire. The county of crumbly cheese, affluent exiled Lancastrians, along with the residence my sister Helen, her husband Steve and daughters call home. Their hometown sitting on the cusp of the Peak District National Park, perches polar south of the Pennines. The Peak District... Continue Reading →