He dreamed he was at sea

In the Welsh village where Guillaume lived and worked, conditions were crude. He was a soap maker so his relationships with the potter for lye and the butcher for lard were more important than relationships with his wife or children. He could not live without his big brass pot, his cast iron hook and chain, and his large wooden spoons. But mainly, for Guillaume, the repetitive tasks of the trade gave him time to daydream, and Guillaume dreamed of sailing over crusty waves, salty wind blowing his sails, far from sight of land.