Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Taking advantage of a mild West Yorkshire weather, Tuesday afternoon saw this capricious northern Englishman take a leisurely stroll around the village. A local traipse bringing me into fleeting contact with fellow amblers, Shetland ponies and an idiosyncratic old man who, during our natter, claimed to've recently undergone an outer body experience whilst cooking his... Continue Reading →
As part of gradually upping my post-cardiac arrest exercise regime, I increased the distance of yesterday's daily stroll to three miles. This my longest walk since last November when I took on the not inconsiderable challenge of circumnavigating TV presenter Piers Morgan's ego. That a draining test of my physical and mental resources which, although... 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 →
I spent my weekend over in the Yorkshire Dales. It involved great company, a longish walk in extreme weather, a convivial Saturday evening, which included a hearty Xmas meal and being royally entertained by a folk group. I met my cousin Steve, his wife Gemma and friends (Kerry, Mark, Mandy, Bob, Stu and Theresa) in... Continue Reading →