Louis's Cottage

Louis returned home to Claddagh Village after being away for eighteen days travelling the county, although his trip was not the respounding success he had hoped for, he had spent the time formulating a plan for himself, but he was so glad to be home. He was looking forward to sleeping in his own bed, but first a hot cup of tea was in order. .... 'Tomorrow he would go into the village proper and look up his friends, visit the market square and visit The Red Boar to enjoy an ale or two'....he thought.
Louis lit the stove, placed on a pot of water, brwing a pot of tea, which he sat, relaxed and enjoyed, before washing up and retiring for the night.
Louis was asleep before his head had hit the pillow, showing just how good it was to be sleeping in one's own home, rather than some inn or on the side of the road

Louis awoke as the as the morning sunlight burst through the window on to his face, getting out of bed, he stood and stretched.....'Wow he felt great, a great nights sleep, ready to take on the day with gusto'....Going into the kitchen, Louis lit the stove, putting on a kettle of water. Leaving it to heat up he went to the sink and conducted his morning ablutions, dressed he returned just as the water boiled. Brewing his tea, Louis sat and savoured every sip .....'the first cup in the morning always tasted best'..... he mused. On finishing, Louis got up checked his pantry, making a mental note of what was required, he headed out the door and headed down the road to the village proper