Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Sitting in the bosom of an east Yorkshire campsite, the chirp of birds (of an unknown species) accompanies this prose litteraire. When I say the birds are of an unknown species, I’m referring to the fact GJ Strachan isn’t party to the specific avian breed. Not that I have stumbled across a ne’er before identified... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
Wednesday 2nd May - Yesterday afternoon was spent undertaking garden maintenance at casa Strachan senior. This involved a few hours hard graft manicuring lawns, along with pampering soil borders with a much needed weed/hoeing treatment. Consequently, at around 5pm thanks to assistance from lawnmower, grass clippers, a hoe and my family's horticultural secret (passed down... Continue Reading →
Inspiration alludes me as I embark on today's literary journey. Sitting ready to initiate my lexilogical voyage, at the moment the postcode of a topic destination eludes me. This absence of these metaphoric SatNav's (GPS) instructions currently delaying me from getting this show on the road. As it's not uncommon for me to start this creative process bereft of a subject,... Continue Reading →