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Haddo ReimaginedStories Inspired by Photographs of Haddo Country Park

Haddo Reimagined is an exciting collaboration between fiction writer Rae Cowie and photographer Susan Orr, focusing on a selection of the fantastic features that make Haddo Country Park so special.

AS SEEN IN THIS MONTH’S EDITION OF THE SCOT’S MAGAZINE (NOVEMBER 2024)

Available to buy in all good bookstores online.

Other stockists include –
Better Read Books in Ellon
The Murly Tuck Café in Tarves
The award-winning Nethermill Hair Salon and Spa, in Tarves
Available in Paperback
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Join the Christmas Celebration

Kick off Christmas by visiting our stall at the ELLON CHRISTMAS LIGHTS DAY 2024, where signed paperbacks of Haddo Reimagined will be available to buy (including a FREE fairy tale inspired bookmark). Come chat with Rae and (photographer) Susan Orr about the stories behind their work. Also, Susan’s much anticipated Haddo Floral Collection of prints and notecards will be available to purchase.

Get in the Christmas spirit with a day of festive shopping, fabulous entertainment and sparkling lights.
Ellon Kirk Centre : Doors Open From 10am Saturday 30th November, 2024.

Featuring nine new short stories by Rae and a selection of Susan’s popular photography, Haddo Reimagined makes the perfect Christmas gift. (Check out what readers are saying below.)
Come along and claim a fun, FREE copy of the specially designed Haddo Reimagined map.

HADDO REIMAGINED – as featured in The Scots Magazine.

ELLON CHRISTMAS LIGHTS DAY
SATURDAY 30TH NOVEMBER 2024
DOORS OPEN AT 10:00 am


VENUE: ELLON KIRK CENTRE, STATION ROAD, ELLON, AB41 9AE

Keep up-to-date with news, reviews, and events, over on the Haddo Reimagined Facebook Page,

Reader Reviews

Bonus Story

Hush, Hush, the Storm has Swept Through

Dylan was born in a rush, seven weeks early, jaundiced, brought on by shock. Mum held my hand as his nostrils flared with each breath. Doctor Esson says there’s nothing to worry about. Dylan’s fine now.

Floppy, his toy rabbit, slouches on a pile of Connor’s t-shirts which lie folded at the end of the table, waiting for him to shift them. Last night’s casserole bowl has grown crusty. Instead of filling the sink with suds, I grab the stuffie and tuck it in my backpack. The TV weatherwoman predicts haar, but I know the beach like I know each wrinkle in Dylan’s wide forehead. Mum looks in twice a day, wittering on about how that rabbit has caused nothing but suffering, how all the walking is getting out of hand, how the watery air is bad for my baby’s chest.
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