Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Today, I'm taking a hiatus from editing a tome yours truly drafted in 2010. Although, I'm finding the re-write fulfilling and cathartic, I'm resolved to at least one day a week pen an essay in my habitual blogging style. With amendment required, the reworking of the decade old prose is a slow process; if proof... Continue Reading →
I’m back in West Yorkshire after a salubrious break at the charming Raithwaite Country Retreat in Whitby. An early birthday treat courtesy of my little Durham born missus, this hideaway location provided a tranquillity within my soul that I’d not experienced for a long time. From the affable concierge’s greeting on arrival to the au revoir from a... Continue Reading →
In one of their 1970’s comedy episodes of Ripping Yarns, writers Michael Palin and Terry Jones gave us an insight into the life of a fictional post-WWI working class Yorkshire family. In an early scene of the episode set in the town of Denley Moor, one of the dysfunctional brood highlighted a curious anomaly in that mornings breakfast black pudding. Pointing out incredulously it was... Continue Reading →