Water – where would we be without it?
Well yesterday up here on Walton’s Mountain we were definitely lacking in the wet stuff. Not something that happens very often in Ayrshire that’s for sure.
I noticed that the tap was a little frugal in the dripping department first thing, ever the optimist I passed it off as possibly just a blip in the system of the shed down the bottom of the hill (aka Scottish Water Board local HQ) and just a bit of low pressure.
It wasn’t until I was typing away on the computer and heard voices (oh god it’s happening again, help me Mama!) seemingly coming from nowhere, that I realised something was amiss. I was baffled, couldn’t work out where this disembodied voice was coming from. There was no TV or radio on, my headset was switched off, no sound from Larry The Laptop. Was I really losing the plot?
Wandered through to the living room in case something had popped on in there and suddenly spotted a flatbed truck parked outside with a wee chap and a loudhailer. “Hellooo, this is Scottish Water and we are telling you that you have no water supply, we will fix it soon”.
Well that was one mystery solved but I was now bereft of a coffee supply. Not a drip from the tap. A search of the outhouse provided not just one, but two precious bottles of water. Manna from heaven. Fill kettle and satisfy the coffee craving right away.
The truck and voice appear again in the afternoon with the same message.
I actually rush out and ask him if he has any idea when we’ll get the supply back. “Dunno” is the succinct reply.
By tea time the novelty (there was one in all this?) had worn off. The dishes piled up in the arid sink. By evening the bath was calling and I was longing for my nightly soak. Funny how you feel instantly dirty and scratchy the minute you find you can’t get clean.
By 10pm there is a grumbling noise and the house sounds as if it is groaning with some sort of stomach upset. We wait with baited breath. The groaning gets louder and there is a rushing sound. Upstairs the loo is filling up at an alarming rate. The pipes are rattling and water is reaching the tanks. It is a nasty shade of brown, but what the hell it’s in there, it’s a start.
Off to bed.
1am. I am awoken by the sound of a car stopping outside. Shouldn’t have a car stopping here at this time of night. Pop head up at window and spot the tail end of a truck as it pulls away. Am now consumed with worry that someone has been lurking outside. They can’t have done much as they were only there for a couple of minutes. This is no help whatsoever to my over active imagination. It is not a restful night…..
8am and I’m dragging the bin out to the side of the lane. Spot two large boxes at the back gate. It’s crates of water left by the chap in the pickup at 1am in the morning.
Smile and say ‘Thanks’. Panic and worry averted, crisis over. We are back to usual over supply of water here on Walton’s Mountain.