The Cosy Canal Boat Dream. Christie Barlow

       Chapter 3

      Once inside the cabin Nell placed some old towels on the rug in front of the fire. For a second, she watched Guy through the small porthole before placing the kettle on the gas and the cakes on the table.

      A few minutes later, the latch lifted and his bright smile beamed around the door.

      ‘Is it okay to bring Sam inside?’

      ‘It is, come on in, he can sit by the fire.’

      Guy stooped down and walked on to the boat with Sam following behind. He swung his head round and took in his surroundings. ‘Wow! Look at this place. It’s like a proper house inside,’ he said in amazement.

      ‘It is a proper house, just on the water!’ Nell exclaimed, laughing.

      ‘I have to admit, that’s the part I’m not keen on.’

      ‘Come on through, you’ll be surprised. There’s a kitchen and everything, all mod cons in here, you know.’

      ‘I’ve popped your life jacket back in the box.’

      ‘Great, thanks, and you know where it is if you ever need it again and thanks for the loan of your scarf,’ she said, handing it back to Guy.

      ‘I’ve no intention of ever needing a life jacket again in my lifetime, but thanks anyway,’ he grinned. ‘Do you know, this is the first time I’ve ever been inside a barge?’

      ‘I’m surprised you’ve taken over Ed’s job if you’re scared of water and never been inside a narrowboat,’ Nell mused, passing him a towel to dry off Sam, who was standing at Guy’s side and wafting his long snout in the air.

      ‘I surprised myself by accepting his offer but he promised me faithfully that all the boats that needed restoring and painting would be firmly on dry land inside the yard, but I am beginning to doubt he’s told me the whole truth.’ He rolled his eyes in jest.

      Suddenly, Sam began to shake violently, spraying water everywhere.

      ‘Whoa! Sam stop,’ Guy commanded in a stern tone, quickly throwing a towel over his back and rubbing him down frantically. ‘I’m so sorry!’

      Sam looked up with his dopey eyes, ‘How could anyone resist those puppy-dog eyes,’ Nell giggled, wiping away droplets from her face.

      ‘He has his moments. There, that’s better, he’s all done.’ Nell took the towel from Guy while they both watched Sam in amusement as he circled round and round, chasing his tail until he finally lay down in front of the burning embers of the fire.

      ‘Make yourself at home, why don’t you?’ Guy laughed.

      ‘He’s a gorgeous looking dog.’

      ‘But a bit scatty!’

      Sam was now fully stretched out on the rug. ‘And definitely has bagged the best place on the boat.’

      ‘There’s something quite enchanting about a real fire,’ Guy said watching the flames crackle and burn.

      ‘There is. I do love this time of year. Take a seat,’ Nell gestured towards the bench, ‘Oh and welcome to the Nollie!’ she flung her arms open wide.

      ‘Nollie?’ She met Guy’s gaze as he raised an eyebrow.

      ‘Nell and Ollie: Nollie.’

      ‘Aw I see!’ he exclaimed, loosening his coat and sliding between the table and the seat, he settled next to the window.

      ‘It was Ollie’s idea,’ said Nell proudly of their little floating home.

      ‘And a very good one.’

      ‘Coffee?’ she asked, reaching for the mugs just as the kettle began to whistle.

      ‘Perfect,’ he answered rubbing his fingers together, ‘I think I’m finally beginning to thaw out. It’s bitter out there today.’

      A flutter of white caught Nell’s eye and she peered towards the tiny porthole, ‘Look, it’s beginning to snow. I could watch the flakes fall for hours.’

      Guy turned towards the window and Nell slid into the space next to him. They both watched the tiny snowflakes flurrying to the ground from the grey sky.

      For a moment there was comfortable silence until Nell jumped, ‘I’ve forgotten your drink, what a rubbish host I am,’ she said, standing up, ‘and these are courtesy of Bea,’ she slid the cream cakes towards him.’

      ‘They look divine.’

      ‘I’m lucky to have first dibs on all the leftovers each day but it’s no good for the figure.’ She patted her tummy in jest.

      ‘You look fine to me.’

      Nell quickly turned away to make the coffee, a perfect excuse to the hide the corners of her mouth that had lifted. She could feel his solid warm gaze watching her before she settled back down next to him.

      ‘This is the first time it’s snowed in over a year,’ Guy said, his gaze turned back to the window.

      ‘It is,’ Nell answered softly, with a sudden memory of Ollie flooding her mind. It was their first Christmas on the ‘Nollie’ and they had spent Christmas Eve entwined in each other’s arms in front of the fire sipping mulled wine while watching Scrooge when Nell had uttered the words: ‘I wish it would snow, that would complete Christmas.’ She remembered Ollie’s mischievous wink, ‘You never know,’ he replied. The next morning, Ollie had woken her up from her slumber by kissing her tenderly on the lips, ‘Merry Christmas, Nell,’ he’d whispered, as he took her by her hand. A trail of paper snowflakes led her to the door of the ‘Nollie’. ‘Go on, open the door,’ he pressed, kissing the tip of her nose.

      ‘What are you up to, Ollie Andrews?’ His eyes twinkled, ‘Close your eyes, Nell.’ Ollie flicked the latch, grasped her hand, then led her carefully up the steps on to the deck of the boat. ‘You can open your eyes now.’

      The second Nell had opened her eyes she gasped: the whole ‘Nollie’ had been covered in pretend snow, just like a magical winter wonderland. Their first Christmas had been perfect: dinner at the ‘Nollie’ and the evening spent at Bluebell Cottage with her parents.

      Nell turned towards Guy and smiled. There was something about Guy she was easily drawn to and she felt at ease talking to him. ‘There’s something hypnotic about watching the snow fall.’

      ‘I agree,’ he said, ‘Even better when you’re with beautiful company.’ His eyes sparkled and Nell’s pulse began to race.

      ‘I’ll take that compliment,’ she smiled shyly at him, knowing it had been a long while since anyone had paid her a compliment and she liked it.

      ‘Thanks for rescuing Sam today,’ he flashed Nell a grateful smile before cupping his hands around the mug of steaming coffee and taking a sip.

      ‘It was my pleasure.’

      Guy and Nell turned towards Sam, who was whimpering in his sleep while his front paw twitched.

      ‘He’s exhausted and dreaming. I think his little adventure has tired him out.’

      ‘And me!’ Nell laughed, stretching her arms, ‘Rowing that boat has certainly given my arm muscles a workout.’

      ‘I was useless, pathetic in fact. I’m sorry.’

      ‘You were! You can make it up to me, but no apology needed,’