With Tank Water comes Responsibility.

When you turn on the tap, the water comes out right? Men at the council make it happen.

They walk around in white coats holding clipboards and pens. They point to other men to do water-related things. Occasional one of these men squats down at the waters edge and fills a test tube which he hands to a man that drops a tablet into it to check that its good. That's my foggy idea of what happens in the water department.

Basically, I don’t want to know about the intricacies of dam levels and pipes and such. I just need the tap to go on so I can make a cup of tea or rinse something out. Thats the way its always been, apart form the times I spent in the country with my uncle who’s tank quite often had a piece of paper taped just above the tap with a single word of warning written on it; ‘frogged’ .This was the simple warning that a frog was in the tank. This was caused by an ill-fitting strainer no doubt, but more of such technical talk later.

Our house has a large green tank at the rear. When we first arrived it had been in use for about  10 years. I though it would be sensible to look inside it. Even though I’m not a water expert I knew that what I saw was probably unsuitable for drinking. Water should be clear and not green. Actually I couldn’t tell the colour of the water because there was a carpet of algae/mould on the surface, the walls had a film of slime. All of this made it impossible to calculate the frog population. My standards of hygiene have been labeled inconstant in the past, but even I knew that this was not right. Fortunately our local water-carrier recommended the services of a tank-cleaner. This is a manual process that involved him corkscrewing himself into the tank and literally scrubbing the walls and pumping out the slime/frog blend. Prior to our move onto acreage, tank-cleaner was a job I didn’t know existed. There you go.

So...what’s your storage capacity? you casually inquire.

Well I can tell you that its about 30,000 litres. Sounds impressive hey? Big tank.

Well its not. It runs out.

Especially if you leave the hose on and go to work. It doesn’t just keep going like in the city.

There are only two of us and we try to be frugalish with our use but it still runs out and we have to get a man to fill it up again. That’s in the dry times, and as this is at Camp Mountain, the dry times are many. Fortunately we have a great local business on hand to prevent us from dying of thirst or adopting the bathing habits of the English. Organised people will keep an eye on their water level so that they are able to order water a few days in advance, thus not running out entirely. I prefer to make sure I’m in the shower, fully lathered up when the last few drips make their way out.

Then follows the plea to please bring water because we’ve completely run out.


When can you fit us in? you ask casually, as if you could go for a month without even remembering that you had no water. Anyway, Peter and Helen from Samford Water Carriers invariably go out of their way to fit us in, somehow. They are good samaritans of water and I highly recommend them.


Samford Water Carriers

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