Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Recently, my reading sight has diminishing to the extent that in darker lit environments I require sight augmentation from a pair of specs. This scenario applying even when I'm wearing contacts to correct my distance sight - Lenses which until recently had provided adequate magnification for close-up work. Subsequently, now when I leave the house... Continue Reading →
Today's narrative is my 900th offering since I embarked on this literary journey in spring 2015. Back then I was a 'wet behind the ears' boy who hadn't previously utilised such erudite lexicological offerings as capricious, salubrious and clandupeness. Ok, I'll admit I wasn't a boy (I was firmly entrenched in middle age), not to mention there is... Continue Reading →
English poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge was born on this day, in 1772, in the Devon town of Otter St Mary. He was the youngest of Reverend John Coleridge and his second wife Anne Bowden's ten children. Coleridge was said to be a reasonably well behaved child whose crying only kept his mother up once as... Continue Reading →