Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
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 →
Yesterday my well wrapped spouse and I absorbed the therapeutic benefaction awarded by a stroll at Roundhay Park in north Leeds. To clarify, when I say well wrapped I'm referring to her being layered up clothing wise against the elements. Not that she'd been skilfully clad in lurid wrapping paper as a sacrificial gift to... Continue Reading →
Boosted by yesterday’s return of the prodigal sun, my wife and I embarked on the short journey to Roundhay Park for the afternoon. Temperatures were still low but, wrapped up against the chilling later winter wind, we had a pleasant sojourn with our long lost friend. Heart warmed to witness the solar rays again after its seemingly... Continue Reading →
In a rare act of spontaneity, my wife and I had an impulsive drive to Roundhay Park this afternoon. The trip a result of the midday spousal question of “What do you fancy doing this afternoon?...... Either a trip to Roundhay Park, or watching Find You A House that Isn’t Shite on the Reality channel, followed by Judge Rinder.” I don’t... 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 →
This morning my wee wife and I went for a stroll at Roundhay Park. The chilling wind was so bracing that my little spouses jaw froze, meaning she became temporarily unable to say the word bracing. As a result, for a short time this morning, Karen described the strong breeze that was battering that scenic... Continue Reading →