Bridge Over the Atlantic by Lisa J Hobman

room too and plenty of space for a large table, right in the middle, which would look wonderful surrounded by friends and family at Christmas time. It would certainly beat dinner on a tray which is what their friends were subjected to when they visited their current home.
    Back to the hallway and up the stairs. There were two bedrooms to the front which felt spacious despite the lower than average ceiling heights. The master bedroom had a small en-suite shower room in one corner and a window that overlooked the little front garden. The view out to the water was so beautiful.
    “Wow, Sam. Imagine waking up to that every morning.” Mallory slid her arms around her fiancé’s waist as he soaked in the view.
    “It really is a beautiful place, Mally. We’ve always loved it here. Since we visited on our first holiday as a couple we always said we wanted to live here eventually. And now we’ve seen this place I can’t think of anywhere I would rather be.”
    “Come on, let’s go look at the bathroom.” She grabbed his hand eagerly once again and pulled him to the door which led onto the landing and led to another bedroom to the front, two smaller bedrooms to the rear and finally the bathroom.
    They both stood open mouthed at the large roll top bath with its antique brass taps and telephone style shower head. The stone walls had been left exposed giving the room an old world, rustic feel. It was Sam’s turn to slide his arms around Mallory.
    “Mmmmm, I think that tub is big enough for two, babe.” He nuzzled her neck sending shivers tingling down her spine. She turned in his arms and kissed him languorously.
    “I think we need to make that the first thing we try out.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, making him laugh.
    The two bedrooms at the back were plenty large enough for double beds and so guests would be very comfortable. The walls in one room were striped in blue and white and the other was a pale yellow. The other front bedroom was the same size as the master and it too looked out over the water. There was so much potential and the details really didn’t do it justice at all. It felt so much more spacious inside, rather like Doctor Who’s Tardis.
    The back garden was totally overgrown, but at the end of a long path was another building. Mallory almost ran toward it and Sam dashed after her. She shoved the stiff door open and looked inside. A wave of disappointment washed over her.
    “What is it?” Sam asked, with a hint of concern in his voice.
    “Hmm. It’s going to take a lot of work to get this place in a fit state.” She grumbled
    Placing an arm around her shoulder he leaned close to her ear. “Ah, but with your vision, like you had back in the lounge, surely you can see it for what it could be?”
    He was right, she surmised. She had vision and determination. With the pair of them going at it together they could do it. They could make it the perfect place to run Le Petit Cadeau from. Positivity reigned supreme.
    The couple reluctantly tore themselves away and handed the keys over to Mr. Warriner, the agent. Once they were alone again they went for a stroll. They stood on the mid-point of the stone bridge and looked out over the Atlantic Ocean.
    Sam slipped his arms around Mallory’s waist and pulled her into him. He looked deep into her eyes. They sparkled today like he had never seen them before. He was mesmerised. He kissed the tip of her nose,
    “So whaddya say Miss Yorksherr? Are we going for it? We would have our favourite bridge right on the doorstep. We could walk up here every day and look over that massive expanse of sea and it would be just like it was our own.”
    Stroking a finger down his cheek and no further thought needed she gave her reply, “I say let’s do it.”
    After viewing the cottage they took a long drive to Glenfinnan to sit by the Loch and take in the view. The air was chilled, but they huddled together and sat on the old tree trunk that had been there for