Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
At lunchtime I ventured along the A64 to see my son Jonny and his fiancee Jenny at their new home on the outskirts of York. A journey I embarked on with two Mrs Strachan's - Junior from east Leeds manor, along with senior of locale Ardsley east. My son had invited the three of us... Continue Reading →
As a consequence of recent sporadic heavy precipitation, my lawn is once more emerald of colour. Long term arid conditions for several weeks prior rendering it's parched grass blades with a hue of mustard. Thankfully now, though, the chromatic synergy created by the immeasurable number of blades bears the dark green splendour of actor Angelina... Continue Reading →