Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I'm penning this literary offering in the English Lake District. An area of aesthetic charm bequeathed to the eye from it's amalgam of rolling hills, quaint towns and some of our islands largest lakes south of Caledonia. A domain of slate roofed properties, Kendal Mint Cake and the only area in England where cuisine on... 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 →