Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
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 →
With my estranged wife returning back to Leeds from County Durham today, I'm residing back at my mums residence on the Wakefield borders. An event which's proved a catalyst to melancholy on my part. Despite always endeavouring to take a positive from any existential episode, since yesterday's re-departure of my marital home I remain bereft... Continue Reading →
A friend of mine has recently taken up the self-appointed role of Bee Woman. Her remit to save tiring bees with sugar water and a kindly transition to a nearby flower via leaf. Within the last few days rescuing three Apoideas from a fate worse than death...... Well, actually death! Upon witnessing a flagging bee,... Continue Reading →
Not that I'm complaining, but the UK's warm spell carries on unabated. This morning, an acquaintance felt the need to inform me that they were sweating like a camel's backside. As it wasn't a mind's picture I wanted, or indeed a simile I'd heard before I didn't respond to this oratory offering. By the nature... Continue Reading →