Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
This weeks topic prompt for a writing group I attend on a bi-weekly basis was 'ceremony'. A suggestion leading me to write/read out the following tongue-in-cheek narrative:- Ceremony – by Gary Strachan Today, with our thoughts on ceremonies, I’ve decided to revisit the day 35 years ago when I walked down the aisle of a County... Continue Reading →
My Sunday afternoon/evening and Monday morning were spent at a wedding within the Victorian built chambers of Peckforton Castle. Constructed in medieval style, this impressive faux fortress stands on the northern edges of Cheshire's Peckforton Hills. The opulence of the celebratory affair fitting in perfectly with the affluent county in which it resides. I'll be... Continue Reading →
As I put pen to paper, there's a royal wedding playing out on the goggle box in the far corner of casa Strachan's modest living room. The Duke of York's youngest daughter Princess Eugenie and a chap called Jack, who both Mrs Strachan's senior and junior opined "Seems a lovely lad!", the soon to be... Continue Reading →
Today's my Pearl wedding anniversary. Thirty years since I walked down the aisle of a County Durham church with my new wife. On that sunny September morn, the Best Man (my brother Ian) and I arrived slightly late at the church. Our tardiness the result of our kid's watch being set to British Summer Time instead of... Continue Reading →
On the day my parents married I hadn't yet joined this mortal coil; consequently, I'm unable to provide first hand experiences of that day. However, through engaging with people who were there that day, I understand the service and reception went something like this:- On this day 57 years ago a young man from Farnley... Continue Reading →
Tomorrow it'll be 29 years since I walked down the aisle of a County Durham church with my new wife. To mark the occasion, I thought I'd pen a few memories from that unforgettable service of betrothal. which I recollect as follows:- On this sunny September morn, my Best Man (my brother Ian) and I arrived slightly late... Continue Reading →
Twenty seven years today I was betrothed to my wife Karen. I vividly remember the breezy, grey County Durham day like it was yesterday. My brother Ian, who was my Best Man, and I arrived slightly late at the church. Thankfully, our poor punctuality didn't result in my bride to be beating us to the... Continue Reading →