Imagine if you will, a clear night sky, stars twinkling against the deep dark. A crescent moon letting slivers of light play across the grass. Two planes passing across the horizon, lights blinking in that steady unnatural way.
There’s a slight spring chill in the air, but no breeze to speak of. Across the little valley the Morepork’s are talking to each other, and in one of the fields a lamb is calling to it’s dam and siblings. The rumble of the engines from the airplane grows as one of the planes glides across the darkness, and then fades as it heads off towards the coast. There is no other sign of civilization except for the faintest of glows trying to edge up over the hills, marking that thriving metropolis Dannevirke.
It’s all rather peaceful.
Now picture a concrete water-tank, sitting just down the hill from a small wooden house. Light spills from the windows, but barely reaches the fence-line let alone the water-tank.
And then picture a man. Bearded and wearing glasses that reflect some of the light. He is wearing gumboots, and tidy work trousers, shirt and jersey. You might notice the slightly muddy, damp patches on his knees if there was more light. In his hand is a torch, and a flat-head screwdriver. He is kneeling in a slightly damp spot on top of the water-tank, peering into the open top. Sitting back he listens to the thrum of the pump that he has just lowered back into the tank and connected back to the pipe that leads to the house.
He may pause for a moment or two to enjoy the stillness of the night. Mainly he is waiting to see if the pump dies yet again, as that is the third time he has got it going that night. Peering at the house he can see figures moving with haste from room to room, as his family fill as many buckets, bottles and pots as possible befoer it dies again for the evening.
After a while, satisfied that it will keep going for a little while longer, the figure pops the lid back on the water-tank, having one last look at the 21,000 litres of water, before leaping down to the muddy ground and squelching his way back inside. 🙂
Yes that was my evening as the pump plays up some more. We shall be on the phone first thing to the nice people at the tank company, and imagine they will not be best pleased to hear from us.