Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
It played out one year ago..... 12 months...... 365 days..... Events ensuring, irrespective of future occurrences on that date, 3rd October will remain indelibly tainted within the family as being the calendar juncture of my mums passing. The familial matriarch's protracted 2021 demise playing out in an Ossett care home; the final dark proceedings witnessed... Continue Reading →
Summer evenings don't get much better than a tea of fish and chips from St Michael's Fisheries, then a short meander down the road to the Emerald Headingley Stadium to witness a t20 Blast cricket match. A scene that, in the company of my son Jonny, came to pass yesterday afternoon. In my book, a... Continue Reading →
Friday 27th April - This morning, grey clouds and precipitation enveloped the Leeds 6 area. Unwelcome meteorological conditions greeting my family and me as we stood by the Headingley Stadium memorial garden. Our mission in the moisture to scatter the remnants of my fathers ashes. His final resting place located behind the imposing East Stand... Continue Reading →