Electricity by Angus Peter Campbell sampler
Electricity brings us back to an upbringing we may not have experienced but can certainly relate to. Taking a step back into her Hebridean childhood, Granny writes to her granddaughter in Australia, decorating her notebooks with hand-drawn scribbles and doodles. Though she may now live in Edinburgh, she relives her memories with a sense of warmth and protection. Yet, it is more than simple nostalgia for a time she cannot return to. At its core, Electricity is about community, and what it is to involve it in your life fully. Electricity itself sparked across the Hebrides and changed the lives of its people forever. You become more than your family, friends, or even neighbours. The landscape itself floods into your DNA. It is something that you will never separate from. This latest novel from award-winning writer Angus Peter Campbell has already garnered attention across the board. It will be not only popular with rural Scots but those who long for the simpler times they grew up in - times when we were more physically connected.
Electricity brings us back to an upbringing we may not have experienced but can certainly relate to.
Taking a step back into her Hebridean childhood, Granny writes to her granddaughter in Australia, decorating her notebooks with hand-drawn scribbles and doodles. Though she may now live in Edinburgh, she relives her memories with a sense of warmth and protection.
Yet, it is more than simple nostalgia for a time she cannot return to. At its core, Electricity is about community, and what it is to involve it in your life fully. Electricity itself sparked across the Hebrides and changed the lives of its people forever. You become more than your family, friends, or even neighbours. The landscape itself floods into your DNA. It is something that you will never separate from.
This latest novel from award-winning writer Angus Peter Campbell has already garnered attention across the board. It will be not only popular with rural Scots but those who long for the simpler times they grew up in - times when we were more physically connected.
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My Dear Emily,<br />
I hope you’re well. And may Gran’s adventures make you<br />
feel even better! Remember that time we camped out for the<br />
night? I know it was just the back garden, but you said it was<br />
like being in the middle of the forest, because you could hear<br />
the wind blowing through the trees and the owls hooting far<br />
off. We were at the centre of everything. And how we both<br />
snuggled into the sleeping bags and lit our wee torches and<br />
then played shadows on the canvas, and you said it was an<br />
elephant when it was a mouse and then when we put the<br />
torches together yours was the sun and mine the moon! In the<br />
morning, I was the only one who heard the birds singing, for<br />
you were fast asleep in my arms. Said you were cold during<br />
the night though we both knew it was just an excuse and I<br />
was so pleased when you snuggled in and slept, breathing<br />
warm as toast, while the wind whispered outside. All that<br />
mattered was that we were alive and together.<br />
I wish I could go over and see you, or that you could fly<br />
over here. If I were with you I’d hug you long and close, and<br />
I know I’d want you to hold on and never let me go. I’ve<br />
written down my story for you, as promised. As a sort of<br />
tent in which we can coorie in! Everything has kind of raced<br />
<strong>by</strong>, and all I want to do is to tell everyone I ever met how<br />
beautiful and strange they all were.<br />
Once upon a time, it seemed as if change came from<br />
the outside, like a gale-force wind, when all the time it was<br />
ourselves. But you can shelter from the wind. I look in the<br />
mirror and see the changes. Those lines on my forehead when<br />
I deliberately frown, and the way my mouth purses when I<br />
put on my lipstick. Inside, I am forever the girl I was, running<br />
across the machair in the middle of May inhaling the sweet<br />
smell of the clover while the larks sing overhead.<br />
I had wee headaches at first and didn’t think anything of them.<br />
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