He lives in a grand old house dating back to the early 19th century, with large windows letting in all the daylight possible.
The house is chalk white, and there's a porch running the entire length of the facade and continuing around the left corner all the way down to the kitchen entrance by the hens' enclosure.
From the gravel path there is  a broad staircase leading up to the house, with huge flower pots with roses in every colour on each side on each ot the four steps. There's a comfortable sitting-group to the right of the main door, and the door itself is made of dark oak, and has a shiny brass knocker that emits a soft 'thub' when used.
 You will find his 3 dogs, a Rhodesian ridgeback, a Dalmatian and an English bulldog,  resting or slumbering peacefully at the entrance whenever they're not with their master, lazily watching bees and butterflies flipping around - but always with half an eye on the three cats roaming about: Smitten, Sniff and Smurf. There used to be just the one cat, Smitten, but she came home pregnant one day thus introducing two little kittens to the household (one black, one white). Father: unknown.

The dogs have their own little place in the backyard, but still they're allowed to go wherever they want.
Every so often they spend the night on the floor by their master's bed. They've got their own little corner in the kitchen with bowls always brimful of crunchy bites and cold, fresh water. The cats have got their own private area in the opposite corner, and sleep pretty much wherever they want, whenever they want: during summer, in the shadowy swing on the porch or stretched out in the sun on the stairs; during winter, in the chairs in front of the fireplace and of course in Lewis' bed, keeping him warm and - as they see it - safe from harm.
Together, all six of them keep a watchful eye on their territory, which runs from the tall hedge down by the well in the backyard to the furthermost sloping lawns stretching on both sides of the path.
From the road, it leads almost straight, except for one slender right turn as you approach the building, thereby leaving their home sheltered from the buzz of the outside world; ancient oak trees have grown huge along the path, leaving a thick golden carpet of leaves every autumn.

In Lewis' kitchen you'll find everything you'd ever want to taste: Honey, fruits, berries and herbs  generously spread across the counter opposite the shiny porcelain sink; freshly baked bread, cinnamon buns and tasty pies on the solid kitchen table; vivid red tomatoes and smooth eggs in various hues in a basket by the window facing the porch; a dark green cucumber freshly taken from the vine and put on the kitchen table, ready to be served with the meal he will lovingly prepare this evening; a haunch of homemade ham, a gift from his neighbours further down the road, hangs drying from a hook in the ceiling in the corner by the walk-in food storage; wreathes of garlic hanging above the gas stove, along with a rich variety of brass pans.
It smells like home, like Christmas, like a birthday... like all the best things in life.
And the sweet summer breeze through the open window along with the constant murmur of  freakishly happy sparrows add the perfect touch to that succulent mix of memories and more-to-come.

Lewis is a very handsome man. He has got dark hair that curls at the ends, and sparkling chestnut eyes.  His body is tanned and slender from the hours spent working in the sun. His hands are strong and his arms have got that natural, discreet tone that comes from a body perfectly adjusting to its daily workload. Also, he is the kindest man you'll ever meet.
Oh yes.
He is the personification of all good that exists.
The belief that everyone, even you, is as special and perfect as he or she can be, is a perception of life that we all could do well to emulate.

Lewis is the kind of guy that immediately makes you feel at ease. He's got something about him that makes you relax - in both body and soul
- erasing all dark thoughts from any troubled mind.
When he smiles, anyone seeing it smiles back without thinking twice about it; the rest of his or her day - no matter how it started off - is suddenly bright as sunshine.
Just by saying hello as you pass Lew in the street makes you want to do something nice to someone, and thus the entire town is wrapped in an aura of calm and bliss you never knew existed. People, young and old alike, always smiling, pass on the good vibes without even being aware of it.
Anyone visiting this peaceful community, or merely passing through, picks up on the strong but discreet pastoral presence.
 

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