Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
In the movie Calamity Jane, Doris Day sang:- I just blew in from the windy city The windy city is mighty pretty Well, I’ve just blew in from the Minster city, which is similarly mighty pretty! ..... Although, the guy I chatted to outside of Betty's, who got his dentures from a car boot sale,... 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 →
I went to the York Food Festival yesterday with my wife, son and daughter. The venue was the pleasant tree lined square on Parliament Street, in the centre of York. Here a throng of hundreds of visitors, buskers, artists and a street entertainer balancing on a pole, all added to the conviviality of the occasion.... Continue Reading →