Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Being a seaplane there were no shouts of "Chocks away!" as the flight prepared to embark on its south westerly route. There was, though, multiple flicking of cockpit switches and manoeuvring of levers before the Cessna's propellors fired into life as my airborne sojourn commenced in earnest. Scene - Late Sunday morning, solars rays at... Continue Reading →
After a COVID induced fourteen month hiatus, I'm once again sat writing in a White Rose (WR) Centre coffee house. Most of the staffs visages have changed, but the friendly service and rejuvenating qualities of their strong coffee beans continue. In the wake of the ending of this enforced absence, my breakfast of a basic... Continue Reading →