Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
The neon signages of M&S, Primark and Supercuts and a throng of busy midday customers provide today's writing landscape. The seat and table acting as my penmanship perch provided by a well known coffee house franchise. For no other reason than 'because I can', the dissenter in me spurning use of the cafe's wifi network... Continue Reading →
I'm penning this missive aboard carriage A on a Transpennine train to Newcastle. Out of the window to my right the flat sweeping green fields of North Yorkshire provide enchantingly scenic views. Looking through left sided windows affords similarly aesthetic landscape for this middle aged fella's tired eyes. They say the early bird captures the... Continue Reading →
As a gift for his 32nd birthday, I've procured tickets for my son Jonny and me to attend Yorkshire county cricket club's fixture with Durham in a T20 Blast game at Headingley. As he lives around 50-60 miles from the venue in North Yorkshire (I live the other side of Leeds from the ground), due... Continue Reading →
My daughter Rachel, who relocated to the south east England county of Kent a few month's ago, has been back home in West Yorkshire for a few days. My youngest offspring taking advantage of her partner's weekend in the Lake District; he dropping her at her childhood home on his way to Cumbria. This morning... Continue Reading →
As I commence this essay it’s 3.04am on Friday 18th October. Yours truly currently seated 39009 feet above Newfoundland, travelling at 612mph on an Air Transat flight to Manchester. GPS data available to fellow passengers and me highlighting we have four more hours and seven minutes until we reach our destination. I’ve started penning this... Continue Reading →
Following a highly enjoyable two weeks on the North American continent, this evening my feet will leave Canadian terra firma for the first time in a fortnight when I board my return flight to Blighty. That's unless you count the occasions when my feet metaphorically left the ground, a consequence of awe manifesting from the beautiful... Continue Reading →
I’ve seen some beautiful, awe inspiring breakfast views during the half century years I’ve ventured aimlessly through this oft idiosyncratic existence. For instance overlooking Lake Windermere from the restaurant of the Bowness’ Olde England Hotel. Accompanied by comforting warmth from late spring solar rays in Cumbria, a sight that in conjunction with my full English... Continue Reading →
Niagara Falls is the destination on my penultimate day in Canada. Views that have long been on my bucket list, which's grown ever shorter during my odyssey in the land of the maple leaf. Visiting the globally famous waterfall a tourist aspiration I've held since old aunt Ada who in 1970’s arbitrarily advocated "Niagara Falls... Continue Reading →
The final week of my Canadian odyssey has coincided with this vast and beautiful nations Thanksgiving. A time when it's populous give thanks for a plentiful Fall harvest, gratitude at living in this beautiful country, along with honouring unofficial king William Shatner. As an Englishman I'm unsure if I'm allowed to take part in these... Continue Reading →