The four of us settled into the quaint living room. All the ceilings in the cottage were about seven feet high, the height being lowered even more by exposed dark oak beams. When I stood up, the bottom of the beams were only a couple of inches above my head. I kept ducking, thinking I was going to hit my head. The whole thing left me feeling a bit claustrophobic.
The cottage had central heating throughout, a good thing as Great Britain was suffering a particularly chilly Easter. The living room sported a flame log-effect gas fire; it made the whole room look and feel cosy.
“Penny for them?” Mark asked as we snuggled together on a two-seater sofa to one side of the hissing fire. Sam and Billy were in the other two-seater opposite us.
“Nothing special,” I yawned. “It’s all of us here to
