See that small roofline right there on the right of this picture, in the foreground, that is the top of the well, 88 feet down from there dangling on the end of a long long rubber hose is a little submersible pump.
What will you do the Kiwi Builder asked.
We need a lot of water out here.
Guarding the newly seeded fields from the guineas is thirsty work.
Not to worry, I said. I have these ugly things.
The rain barrels. One day I shall paint them and turn them into artworks but for the moment they are full of clean cold rain water.
So we had water for the animal and the milking and the neighbours filled up a few water jugs for the house, and John has a guy, and the guy has a plumbers truck and the guys father is called Joe so it is called Joe’s Plumbing .. and he and John took the little well house roof of,f pulled all 88 feet of pipe out, fixed the wire that had broken, replaced the little pump with a bigger pump, fed it all the way back down into the earth, and once again the water flowed. It is flowing black, the well has been stirred up with all the activity, but after a while it will settle down. The well house roof has been put back on and 1,200 dollars poorer we are set to go again.
Good morning. The things we take for granted. Without water, we are sunk. The rain barrels would have covered our water requirements for about three days. It is a shock when I am reminded how much I rely on machines and electricity to survive out here.
Is that sustainable?
Have a lovely day.
PS The essay over at the Parents Space today is a story some of you may have read before. It has been edited and improved. (I hope I improved it anyway) It is called Balloon Girl and it is the story about the time I bit the man with the newspaper on the plane when I was a teenager. I used it to illustrate how we collect experiences throughout our lives that will be useful to us when we are parents, grandparents and loving carers of children. That our past is important, even the hard unexplainable bits are important to who we are.