Dirty Sabotage!

Weird things happen here all the time, in fact, weirdness is becoming quite normal.

We’re currently filling the swimming pool which means our water line from the catch pit (a pit that catches spring water and then feeds it to our house via an alkathene pipe) has been under constant use. Yesterday, the flow all but stopped. John has been convinced for some time that the pipe had worked its way out of the catch pit due to ground movement, needed digging out and extending back into the pit. I wasn’t convinced but went along with it.

We spent a little time searching in the pit but couldn’t see our pipe, which should have had a filter attached. There are only two lines, one feeding through a large entry point and the other via a smaller entry point at the bottom. The bottom one looked like it was capped off but after a lot of digging around the catchpit to find our pipe, I got curious and gave it a tug. Sure enough out slid 12 inches of pipe attached to what we could now see was the butt of a broken filter!!

There are only a few people who would have access to that catch pit and not many who even know it’s there. It wasn’t hard to figure out that a long-dead character from the village (with a hell of a reputation) and John had fallen out 15 years ago over a cat. This guy would not only have had access to the catch pit but is likely to have worked on it for Dilwyn (who we share the catch pit with).

Once we had figured out what happened, it was a simply job to cut a new length of pipe and feed it through it’s hole. We then connected it to the existing pipe with a union joint and now we’re enjoying water again. 

15 years! I find it hilarious that we were the subject of 15 year vendetta, the intended victim of which never even knew that it had happened and the perpetrator died years before the effects were apparent. Now that’s what I call a slow burn.