We enter the estate of Haddon Hall through the massive oak doors of the gatehouse, where our first glimpse of the beautifully situated home greets us. Its tan limestone walls rise up above the surrounding trees commanding attention from the visitors who follow the drive across a quiet brook up the path to the front door. As soon as we passed through the gates, I felt like I’d stepped back in time about 400 years. This seemed to sum up so many of my expectations when I had boarded a plan four days earlier and I couldn’t wait to discover more!
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Pepper Basham writes Blue Ridge romances sprinkled with grace and humor. She is a regular contributor of Christian Fiction Online Magazine and blogger at The Writer's Alley. A mom of five, speech-language pathologist, crazy-hat wearer, and lover of chocolate, you can find her chatting about life or giving book reviews on her personal blog, Words Seasoned with Salt. Pepper is represented by the classy and prolific Rachel McMillan of the William K Jensen Literary Agency
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