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'Brodie McHaggis and the Secret of Loch Ness' (1)
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AB_LL_HELEN_CAMPBELL_01
ÀITE
Loch Nis
SGÌRE
An Àird
SIORRACHD/PARRAIST
INBHIR NIS: Urchadan 's Gleann Moireasdan
DEIT
2008
LINN
2000an
CRUTHADAIR
Helen Campbel
NEACH-FIOSRACHAIDH
Am Baile
AITHNEACHADH MAOINE
1324
KEYWORDS
claistinneach
cruthan-tìre litreachais

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Tha a' chuibhreann chlaistinneach seo o 'Brodie McHaggis and the Secret of Loch Ness' le Eilidh Caimbeul, foillsichte an 2005. Tha e air a leughadh an seo le Laura Dhòmhnall.

'Brodie stood at the top of the hill and looked down the valley at the stream of ginger-red fur as haggises bustled from their burrows and gathered within the circle of rowan trees in Drumdrui. Their panicked tones filtered up the hillside like an army of inflating and deflating bagpipes.

'What's up Dad?' he said, staring questioningly down at the commotion.
Jock narrowed his eyes with concern. 'I don't know, but I think we're about to find out.' Without another word, Jock bounded down the valley and into the centre of the thickening crowd of haggises. He quickly scanned the hundreds of worried-looking faces until his crystal-blue eyes rested on Mirg McVey.

Mirg, a very old and greying haggis, hobbled through the crowd towards him. He had injured a leg many years before when he fell out of a rowan tree, trying, without much success, to prove his theory that haggises could climb trees. He looked slightly anxious as he acknowledged Jock.

'Thank goodness you've arrived. The tension is building up here pretty bad.'

'I seem to have missed something,' said Jock feeling frustrated and hoping that somebody would explain to him what was going on.

'Sorry, I thought you knew,' said Mirg, flicking at the greying fur around his chin with his eight toe-fingered hand - or maybe it was his foot. At sixty-one years old, he was among one of the oldest haggises around and had been leader of the Haggis Community Council for longer than anyone could remember. His misty-grey eyes, which had lost their youthful crystal-blue glow, darted from left to right as he watched the swell of alarmed haggises form in front of him.

'Iron McGillis has gone missing - been gone since early this morning,' he said through a hurried whisper. 'His mother swears he's been taken by the evil forces - says he has been known to stray outside the bounds of the Silent Protector. Thinks he may have been dragged into the loch by a kelpie. She and that ... husband of hers are stirring things up again. We've got a lot of smoothing of ruffled fur to do, Jock.'

Rugadh Eilidh Caimbeul ann an Auckland agus fhuair i a h-oideachadh ann an Sèalainn Nuadh, an Sasainn, an Afraga a Deas, an Zimbabwe, agus mu dheireadh ann an dachaigh a h-athar, Inbhir Theòrsa ann an Gallaibh. Tha a dachaigh ann an Gallaibh fad barrachd air 30 bliadhna.

Tha MSc aig Eilidh ann an Riaghladh Phròiseactan (Project Management) agus tha i ag obair aig an aon chompanaidh fad barrachd air 24 bliadhnaichean, a' faighinn toileachais às an dreuchd ioma-thaobhach aice de mhargaideachd, reic, agus planadh phròiseachtan. Ann an 2000 chuir i roimhpe fhèin gum biodh i na h-ùghdar foillsichte taobh a-staigh còig bliadhna, mus ruigeadh i aois 40. Chuir i crìoch air a ciad leabhar san t-sreath 'Brodie McHaggis' - 'Brodie McHaggis and the Secret of Loch Ness' - ann an 2005, ga fhoillseachadh tro a companaidh foillseachaidh fhèin. Tha Eilidh air dàrna leabhar Brodie McHaggis, 'Brodie McHaggis and the Curse of the Scotch Mist', a sgrìobhadh agus tha i an dùil aon dàn'-thuras eile a sgrìobhadh.

Bho chionn ghoirid tha Eilidh air a h-aire a thionndadh do leabhraichean cloinne le dealbhan. Tha i cuideachd ag obair air litreachas do dh'inbhich agus tha i air cur roimhpe aon uair eile nach bi na leabhraichean sin ro fhada gus am bi iadsan air am foillseachadh cuideachd.

Airson stiùireadh mu bhith a’ cleachdadh ìomhaighean agus susbaint eile, faicibh duilleag ‘Na Cumhaichean air Fad.’
’S e companaidh cuibhrichte fo bharantas clàraichte ann an Alba Àir. SC407011 agus carthannas clàraichte Albannach Àir. SC042593 a th’ ann an High Life na Gàidhealtachd.
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'Brodie McHaggis and the Secret of Loch Ness' (1)

INBHIR NIS: Urchadan 's Gleann Moireasdan

2000an

claistinneach; cruthan-tìre litreachais

Am Baile

Literary Landscapes: Helen Campbell

Tha a' chuibhreann chlaistinneach seo o 'Brodie McHaggis and the Secret of Loch Ness' le Eilidh Caimbeul, foillsichte an 2005. Tha e air a leughadh an seo le Laura Dhòmhnall.<br /> <br /> 'Brodie stood at the top of the hill and looked down the valley at the stream of ginger-red fur as haggises bustled from their burrows and gathered within the circle of rowan trees in Drumdrui. Their panicked tones filtered up the hillside like an army of inflating and deflating bagpipes. <br /> <br /> 'What's up Dad?' he said, staring questioningly down at the commotion. <br /> Jock narrowed his eyes with concern. 'I don't know, but I think we're about to find out.' Without another word, Jock bounded down the valley and into the centre of the thickening crowd of haggises. He quickly scanned the hundreds of worried-looking faces until his crystal-blue eyes rested on Mirg McVey. <br /> <br /> Mirg, a very old and greying haggis, hobbled through the crowd towards him. He had injured a leg many years before when he fell out of a rowan tree, trying, without much success, to prove his theory that haggises could climb trees. He looked slightly anxious as he acknowledged Jock. <br /> <br /> 'Thank goodness you've arrived. The tension is building up here pretty bad.' <br /> <br /> 'I seem to have missed something,' said Jock feeling frustrated and hoping that somebody would explain to him what was going on.<br /> <br /> 'Sorry, I thought you knew,' said Mirg, flicking at the greying fur around his chin with his eight toe-fingered hand - or maybe it was his foot. At sixty-one years old, he was among one of the oldest haggises around and had been leader of the Haggis Community Council for longer than anyone could remember. His misty-grey eyes, which had lost their youthful crystal-blue glow, darted from left to right as he watched the swell of alarmed haggises form in front of him.<br /> <br /> 'Iron McGillis has gone missing - been gone since early this morning,' he said through a hurried whisper. 'His mother swears he's been taken by the evil forces - says he has been known to stray outside the bounds of the Silent Protector. Thinks he may have been dragged into the loch by a kelpie. She and that ... husband of hers are stirring things up again. We've got a lot of smoothing of ruffled fur to do, Jock.'<br /> <br /> Rugadh Eilidh Caimbeul ann an Auckland agus fhuair i a h-oideachadh ann an Sèalainn Nuadh, an Sasainn, an Afraga a Deas, an Zimbabwe, agus mu dheireadh ann an dachaigh a h-athar, Inbhir Theòrsa ann an Gallaibh. Tha a dachaigh ann an Gallaibh fad barrachd air 30 bliadhna.<br /> <br /> Tha MSc aig Eilidh ann an Riaghladh Phròiseactan (Project Management) agus tha i ag obair aig an aon chompanaidh fad barrachd air 24 bliadhnaichean, a' faighinn toileachais às an dreuchd ioma-thaobhach aice de mhargaideachd, reic, agus planadh phròiseachtan. Ann an 2000 chuir i roimhpe fhèin gum biodh i na h-ùghdar foillsichte taobh a-staigh còig bliadhna, mus ruigeadh i aois 40. Chuir i crìoch air a ciad leabhar san t-sreath 'Brodie McHaggis' - 'Brodie McHaggis and the Secret of Loch Ness' - ann an 2005, ga fhoillseachadh tro a companaidh foillseachaidh fhèin. Tha Eilidh air dàrna leabhar Brodie McHaggis, 'Brodie McHaggis and the Curse of the Scotch Mist', a sgrìobhadh agus tha i an dùil aon dàn'-thuras eile a sgrìobhadh. <br /> <br /> Bho chionn ghoirid tha Eilidh air a h-aire a thionndadh do leabhraichean cloinne le dealbhan. Tha i cuideachd ag obair air litreachas do dh'inbhich agus tha i air cur roimhpe aon uair eile nach bi na leabhraichean sin ro fhada gus am bi iadsan air am foillseachadh cuideachd.