Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Looking aimlessly through the lounge bay window my gaze is drawn to a brood of blackbirds perching on a garden fence. Not having to observe coronavirus social distancing protocols, or adorn the face coverings which've been a year long scourge of human existence, these feathered friends appear in chirpy spirits. Currently, they appear to gaze... 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 →
A couple of years back, in an attempt to increase the versatility of my work, I set myself a challenge of penning poetry, as an aside to my daily blog. Deliberately quilled in an enigmatic, cryptic and pretentious style, these sonnets provoked the reader into their own challenge of unravelling the meaning of the locutions.... Continue Reading →
Thursday 24th May - Nesting within the ivy, Russian vine and clematis climbing my back garden fence are a family of blackbirds. As I've not seen a penny in rent for their residence on my land, I'm assuming my avian tenants have claimed squatters rights....... The cheeky gets! I'm assured by my wife Karen that... Continue Reading →
A splendid brunch, thought provoking works of sculpted art, along with the aesthetically pleasing amalgam of nature's autumnal colour variations, were amongst yesterday's compatriots. This gratifying trinity of gifts bequeathed to my wife and I during a sojourn to the Yorkshire Sculpture Park, on the outskirts of Wakefield. Fairly recently I concluded that I've not given modern art the appreciation it deserves. My opinions... Continue Reading →
I've just spent a cathartic couple of hours at Roundhay Park on the northern edge of our fair metropolis. As with the medicinal compound created by Lily the Pink ( the eponymous creation of beatnik poets The Scaffold), the jaunt was efficacious in everyway. Meandering amongst the mature trees, well-kempt grassy knolls and sporadic clusters of bedding plants, my angst at finding... Continue Reading →
There’s nothing more therapeutic than a visit to Roundhay Park, in North Leeds....... With this in mind, it's just a shame that I’m sat at home watching ‘Homes Under the Hammer’ on TV. Saying that, though, a few days back my wife and I did undertake the 15 minute drive on the outer ring road to the aforementioned parkland. It was... Continue Reading →