On the way out of Haddon Hall, we walked out the doors, passed by the gate tower, crossed the River Wye, turned back for one last shot, and passed through the open gate of the gatehouse. I can’t wait to see it again someday!
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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 fabulous Julie Gwinn from the Seymour Agency
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