car close to the mainstreet and stepped out. After almost closing the door, she thought the better of it and grabbed the book from the passenger seat. ´I could use
some reading material´ she thought. There was only one main street that led to the church square. It was evident that this was the heart of the village. Not only was
the church the biggest building around, it was also surrounded by little shops and pubs. Well ´pub´ would be a fairer description, seeing as there was only one that
she could see. Moira knew that there was a backstory to about every bar name in the UK, but this one ´The Royal Wee´....she would pass on that story gladly.
She went inside and sat down at one of the wooden tables. They were made of a dark wood, like cherry.
The waitress took quite a long time and Moira decided to open the book. The cover had not been very interesting, it was quite colourful but she couldn´t see what the
book was about simply from looking at it. There was a short synopsis on the third page. ´´What can I get you miss?´´ the waitress had arrived. Moira thought for a while. ´´Do you have some soup?´´ the waitress nodded. ´´Soup of the day will be pumkin, it comes with carrots, potatoes etc....´´. Moira thought about it ´´That will do, and please bring me some tea.