Comments for Chasing Bagpipes http://chasingbagpipes.wordpress.com Ellie's Highland Adventure Wed, 30 Aug 2006 03:31:09 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 Comment on Staggering to the finish line by Bess http://chasingbagpipes.wordpress.com/2006/08/23/staggering-to-the-finish-line/#comment-68 Bess Wed, 30 Aug 2006 03:31:09 +0000 https://chasingbagpipes.wordpress.com/2006/08/23/staggering-to-the-finish-line/#comment-68 Well, Ellie. Your last day was just too much for you but it provided great humor for me, esp. when you pulled the orange cord. What an ungoing treat to read your tales. My new email is so dysfunctional but this is still my email address. glad you are safe and booked! Bess Well, Ellie. Your last day was just too much for you but it provided great humor for me, esp. when you pulled the orange cord. What an ungoing treat to read your tales. My new email is so dysfunctional but this is still my email address. glad you are safe and booked! Bess

]]> Comment on Staggering to the finish line by Lindsay http://chasingbagpipes.wordpress.com/2006/08/23/staggering-to-the-finish-line/#comment-67 Lindsay Wed, 23 Aug 2006 22:05:14 +0000 https://chasingbagpipes.wordpress.com/2006/08/23/staggering-to-the-finish-line/#comment-67 What a fantastic adventure! I've really enjoyed following your stories, and wish I could have been there. I'm looking forward to hearing more adventures, whether they be in Scotland or in Oregon. What a fantastic adventure! I’ve really enjoyed following your stories, and wish I could have been there. I’m looking forward to hearing more adventures, whether they be in Scotland or in Oregon.

]]> Comment on Staggering to the finish line by Mark http://chasingbagpipes.wordpress.com/2006/08/23/staggering-to-the-finish-line/#comment-66 Mark Wed, 23 Aug 2006 19:53:57 +0000 https://chasingbagpipes.wordpress.com/2006/08/23/staggering-to-the-finish-line/#comment-66 Wee, Wee, Wee, all the way home. Glad you made it back to me. love, mark Wee, Wee, Wee, all the way home. Glad you made it back to me. love, mark

]]> Comment on Locked in the National Library by andrea http://chasingbagpipes.wordpress.com/2006/08/20/locked-in-the-national-library/#comment-65 andrea Tue, 22 Aug 2006 04:03:07 +0000 https://chasingbagpipes.wordpress.com/2006/08/20/locked-in-the-national-library/#comment-65 ellie i agree with jean--locked in the library--a dream! why did you leave? so glad you had such an exciting time. can't wait to hear more! let me know when the party is going to be, i'd love to come. have a great flight home andrea ellie
i agree with jean–locked in the library–a dream! why did you leave?

so glad you had such an exciting time. can’t wait to hear more!
let me know when the party is going to be, i’d love to come.

have a great flight home
andrea

]]> Comment on Locked in the National Library by Jean http://chasingbagpipes.wordpress.com/2006/08/20/locked-in-the-national-library/#comment-64 Jean Mon, 21 Aug 2006 03:56:29 +0000 https://chasingbagpipes.wordpress.com/2006/08/20/locked-in-the-national-library/#comment-64 Ah, to be locked in a library: a librarian's dream vacation! You have all the luck, don't you lassie? Looking forward to your return... Ah, to be locked in a library: a librarian’s dream vacation! You have all the luck, don’t you lassie?
Looking forward to your return…

]]> Comment on Locked in the National Library by John http://chasingbagpipes.wordpress.com/2006/08/20/locked-in-the-national-library/#comment-63 John Sun, 20 Aug 2006 22:36:45 +0000 https://chasingbagpipes.wordpress.com/2006/08/20/locked-in-the-national-library/#comment-63 Ellie wonderful story. You certasinly are getting some exciting experiences. I'm glad you went and are enjoying the trip. Look foward to seeing and hearing more when you return. Love John Ellie wonderful story. You certasinly are getting some exciting experiences. I’m glad you went and are enjoying the trip. Look foward to seeing and hearing more when you return. Love John

]]> Comment on The Book Festival by John http://chasingbagpipes.wordpress.com/2006/08/16/the-book-festival/#comment-62 John Thu, 17 Aug 2006 05:46:07 +0000 https://chasingbagpipes.wordpress.com/2006/08/16/the-book-festival/#comment-62 Finally found where the comments was. a bit wee me thinks. Any way I enjoy your ramblings and rovings. You are a good story teller. Thanks. John Finally found where the comments was. a bit wee me thinks. Any way I enjoy your ramblings and rovings. You are a good story teller. Thanks. John

]]> Comment on The Book Festival by Mark http://chasingbagpipes.wordpress.com/2006/08/16/the-book-festival/#comment-61 Mark Wed, 16 Aug 2006 21:51:34 +0000 https://chasingbagpipes.wordpress.com/2006/08/16/the-book-festival/#comment-61 Sounds like a pretty political day, dear. Even Banks, the SF author, usually writes about politics and social issues in the future. Another good Scottish SF author (if anyone cares) is Ken MacLeod. Sounds like a pretty political day, dear. Even Banks, the SF author, usually writes about politics and social issues in the future. Another good Scottish SF author (if anyone cares) is Ken MacLeod.

]]> Comment on Under the weather by andrea http://chasingbagpipes.wordpress.com/2006/08/09/under-the-weather/#comment-60 andrea Tue, 15 Aug 2006 03:25:40 +0000 https://chasingbagpipes.wordpress.com/2006/08/09/under-the-weather/#comment-60 ellie sorry i have been so remiss in corresponding with "the wandering gunn"! the electricity went out last week and i have been so busy i have never turned the computer back on. you can imagine how much email there was and i am way behind on all sorts of other correspondence. the remodel is nearing the end. next week i have to be gone for 5 days while the floor is being finished. then, i can start to move back in! that will take time because it all needs to be cleaned and most of it is not in any order. it seems a daunting task but i will persevere! saw kevin and clan last week-good visit. otherwise, just plugging along with the house, work and quite a bit of church stuff. oh, went to hearst castle with my friend debbie and helped linz move. enjoying your blog so-o-o-o much! there is only one reference to feeling homesick which is a surprise. i thought sure you would miss home more often. good for you! sounds like you have made lots of friends and enjoyed all kinds of adventures. just what you wanted! can't wait to read some of your novel writings! keep having fun and we'll talk when you get home. sorry i missed your phone call-how disappointing. happy belated birthday(your card is at home) love andrea ellie
sorry i have been so remiss in corresponding with “the wandering gunn”! the electricity went out last week and i have been so busy i have never turned the computer back on. you can imagine how much email there was and i am way behind on all sorts of other correspondence.
the remodel is nearing the end. next week i have to be gone for 5 days while the floor is being finished. then, i can start to move back in! that will take time because it all needs to be cleaned and most of it is not in any order. it seems a daunting task but i will persevere!
saw kevin and clan last week-good visit. otherwise, just plugging along with the house, work and quite a bit of church stuff. oh, went to hearst castle with my friend debbie and helped linz move.
enjoying your blog so-o-o-o much! there is only one reference to feeling homesick which is a surprise. i thought sure you would miss home more often. good for you! sounds like you have made lots of friends and enjoyed all kinds of adventures. just what you wanted! can’t wait to read some of your novel writings!
keep having fun and we’ll talk when you get home. sorry i missed your phone call-how disappointing. happy belated birthday(your card is at home)
love
andrea

]]> Comment on Under the weather by Jean http://chasingbagpipes.wordpress.com/2006/08/09/under-the-weather/#comment-59 Jean Thu, 10 Aug 2006 00:07:40 +0000 https://chasingbagpipes.wordpress.com/2006/08/09/under-the-weather/#comment-59 The woman from across the sea walked along the riverbank. Wrapped in three layers of bulky clothing against the chill, she paused in a sunny space and turned her head aside to cough roughly, leaning over slightly and bringing up phlegm from her lungs. She spat it out onto the gravelly ground. Before moving on she leaned against her walking stick for a moment, resting, and surveying her surrounds. The river flowed smoothly, broad and flat to her left. She had just come around a bend, so the village in which she was lodging was out of sight. To her right, a thick stand of brush, and, what was that? A small trail? Perhaps a deer trail? She was drawn to it, entering the brush. Within a few steps the trail widenened, as did her eyes to see apparently ancient stone steps leading up the hillside. Slowly she mounted the steps, counting 14 as she climbed to the top of the stairs, reaching up to grab the edge of a slab of stone to pull herself up the last, taller, step. Emerging on a flat space of ground she gasped, pulling her hand back to her side. The stone she had grasped was but one of a circle of standing stones. She stood in silence, her heartbeat picking up, as the late afternoon sunlight suffused the air with an amber glow ... The woman from across the sea walked along the riverbank. Wrapped in three layers of bulky clothing against the chill, she paused in a sunny space and turned her head aside to cough roughly, leaning over slightly and bringing up phlegm from her lungs. She spat it out onto the gravelly ground. Before moving on she leaned against her walking stick for a moment, resting, and surveying her surrounds. The river flowed smoothly, broad and flat to her left. She had just come around a bend, so the village in which she was lodging was out of sight. To her right, a thick stand of brush, and, what was that? A small trail? Perhaps a deer trail? She was drawn to it, entering the brush. Within a few steps the trail widenened, as did her eyes to see apparently ancient stone steps leading up the hillside. Slowly she mounted the steps, counting 14 as she climbed to the top of the stairs, reaching up to grab the edge of a slab of stone to pull herself up the last, taller, step. Emerging on a flat space of ground she gasped, pulling her hand back to her side. The stone she had grasped was but one of a circle of standing stones. She stood in silence, her heartbeat picking up, as the late afternoon sunlight suffused the air with an amber glow …

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