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TITLE
Brodie McHaggis and the Secret of Loch Ness' (2)
EXTERNAL ID
AB_LL_HELEN_CAMPBELL_02
PLACENAME
Halkirk
DISTRICT
Western Caitness
OLD COUNTY/PARISH
INVERNESS: Urquhart and Glenmoriston
DATE OF RECORDING
2008
PERIOD
2000s
CREATOR
Helen Campbel
SOURCE
Am Baile
ASSET ID
1325
KEYWORDS
audio
literary landscapes

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Helen CampbelThis audio extract is from 'Brodie McHaggis and the Secret of Loch Ness' by Helen Campbell, published in 2005. It is read here by Laura Donald.

'On a morning towards the end of the summer, Brodie emerged from the McHaggis burrow before anybody else had risen, his mind full of unanswered questions. He sat and watched the beginning of one of the last days of summer. As the sun rose slowly from the horizon, everything around him, even the sky, turned a warm shade of red. The birds began chirping in the trees, rabbit tails bobbed about the hillside, and plants tilted their heads to kiss the morning sunshine.

Brodie tripled to the centre of Drumdrui and looked around at all the other burrows buried in the heather and the rowan trees that stood beside them. He'd never thought of it before the day Iron McGillis went missing, before all the panic about the Silent protector. His eyes scanned the hillside and the rowan trees dotted across it and his face twisted into a frown as he pondered over the Silent Protector.

'Best time of the day, son, eh?'

Brodie's heart skipped a beat and he swung his head around on his body. 'You frightened me there, Dad.'

'Sorry, Brodie, didn't mean to. You're up early.' Then his eyes narrowed suspiciously. 'What do you need to be frightened of anyway?'

Brodie's stomach lurched and he stepped his body around to face his father. 'Ach ... it was just so quiet and peaceful. I was admiring the trees ... that's all. Your voice was unexpected,' he said sheepishly. He had been more jumpy and more cautious of what was around him since that meeting in Drumdrui. He must never let his father find out that he had listened that day.

'Trees? Hmmm ... yes, beautiful, aren't they? The red berries make them look very heavy at this time of year. But you know they're poisonous, don't you?' said Jock in his normal, lecturing way.

Brodie yawned and scratched at his nose. 'Yes, Dad, how could I not know,' he said trying to sound interested, remembering the countless times he'd been warned about them. He paused hesitantly before asking his father the question that had been burning inside him for the last ten weeks.

'How do we know that the rowan trees protect us? I mean, why do we think they do? In fact - what are they really protecting us from?'

Jock stiffened at Brodie's question. 'Son, all I know is that we've never been harmed by anything. Let's just get on with life as it is and don't interfere with what we don't know.'

Born in Auckland, Helen was schooled in New Zealand, England, South Africa, Zimbabwe, and finally her father's hometown of Thurso in Caithness. She has made Caithness her home for over 30 years.
Helen has an MSc in Project Management and has worked at the same company for over 24 years, enjoying a varied career in marketing, sales and project planning. In 2000 she set herself a 5-year goal of becoming a published author by the time she was 40. She completed her first book in the 'Brodie McHaggis' series - 'Brodie McHaggis and the Secret of Loch Ness' - in 2005, publishing it through her own publishing company. Helen has written a second Brodie McHaggis book, 'Brodie McHaggis and the Curse of the Scotch Mist', and plans to pen a final adventure.

Helen has recently turned her attention to children's illustrated books. She is also working on adult literature and has set another goal to make sure that those books are published before too long.

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Brodie McHaggis and the Secret of Loch Ness' (2)

INVERNESS: Urquhart and Glenmoriston

2000s

audio; literary landscapes

Am Baile

Literary Landscapes: Helen Campbell

Helen CampbelThis audio extract is from 'Brodie McHaggis and the Secret of Loch Ness' by Helen Campbell, published in 2005. It is read here by Laura Donald.<br /> <br /> 'On a morning towards the end of the summer, Brodie emerged from the McHaggis burrow before anybody else had risen, his mind full of unanswered questions. He sat and watched the beginning of one of the last days of summer. As the sun rose slowly from the horizon, everything around him, even the sky, turned a warm shade of red. The birds began chirping in the trees, rabbit tails bobbed about the hillside, and plants tilted their heads to kiss the morning sunshine.<br /> <br /> Brodie tripled to the centre of Drumdrui and looked around at all the other burrows buried in the heather and the rowan trees that stood beside them. He'd never thought of it before the day Iron McGillis went missing, before all the panic about the Silent protector. His eyes scanned the hillside and the rowan trees dotted across it and his face twisted into a frown as he pondered over the Silent Protector. <br /> <br /> 'Best time of the day, son, eh?'<br /> <br /> Brodie's heart skipped a beat and he swung his head around on his body. 'You frightened me there, Dad.'<br /> <br /> 'Sorry, Brodie, didn't mean to. You're up early.' Then his eyes narrowed suspiciously. 'What do you need to be frightened of anyway?'<br /> <br /> Brodie's stomach lurched and he stepped his body around to face his father. 'Ach ... it was just so quiet and peaceful. I was admiring the trees ... that's all. Your voice was unexpected,' he said sheepishly. He had been more jumpy and more cautious of what was around him since that meeting in Drumdrui. He must never let his father find out that he had listened that day.<br /> <br /> 'Trees? Hmmm ... yes, beautiful, aren't they? The red berries make them look very heavy at this time of year. But you know they're poisonous, don't you?' said Jock in his normal, lecturing way.<br /> <br /> Brodie yawned and scratched at his nose. 'Yes, Dad, how could I not know,' he said trying to sound interested, remembering the countless times he'd been warned about them. He paused hesitantly before asking his father the question that had been burning inside him for the last ten weeks.<br /> <br /> 'How do we know that the rowan trees protect us? I mean, why do we think they do? In fact - what are they really protecting us from?'<br /> <br /> Jock stiffened at Brodie's question. 'Son, all I know is that we've never been harmed by anything. Let's just get on with life as it is and don't interfere with what we don't know.'<br /> <br /> Born in Auckland, Helen was schooled in New Zealand, England, South Africa, Zimbabwe, and finally her father's hometown of Thurso in Caithness. She has made Caithness her home for over 30 years. <br /> Helen has an MSc in Project Management and has worked at the same company for over 24 years, enjoying a varied career in marketing, sales and project planning. In 2000 she set herself a 5-year goal of becoming a published author by the time she was 40. She completed her first book in the 'Brodie McHaggis' series - 'Brodie McHaggis and the Secret of Loch Ness' - in 2005, publishing it through her own publishing company. Helen has written a second Brodie McHaggis book, 'Brodie McHaggis and the Curse of the Scotch Mist', and plans to pen a final adventure. <br /> <br /> Helen has recently turned her attention to children's illustrated books. She is also working on adult literature and has set another goal to make sure that those books are published before too long.