The rain on Saturday 10 ml of it was the first since July 3rd and so our cisterno where we store the rainwater we gather off the roof was getting a little empty. We only hold 40,000 litres in it when full and use it for everything other than drinking and cooking. Most houses around us have 80,000 litre tanks so almost survive the summer before the rains return in September. We phone Mario the waterman and order a truck full to be delivered and this morning at 9 a.m. up the driveway he came.
There is one important piece of equipment that I have to ready before he arrives
without it no delivery can take place but like many Italian workmen who visit Mario is happy to use the home owners equipment. As you can see I spared no expense with this all important object though it is lucky that we never need water in the winter as the chances are I would throw it on the fire by accident.
Anyway a crashing of gears and the sound of an engine straining after years and years of use announces his arrival and he takes a good fast run up the driveway to get the truck to the top of the hill where our house sits. I stand like a ground crew member at an aircraft arrival and the moment he brakes and stops I have to be ready otherwise the truck slowly but surely rolls with a grinding of brake pads back down the hill and the process has to start again.
If you look under the right back tyre you can see the necessary piece of equipment at work. I of course try not to get too close nor leave fingers on the log as the truck starts to roll back on to it.
Mario attaches the other end of the tube into the hole in the cisterno that is actually the overflow pipe but we discovered one time that it has a duel purpose. Gravity given the slope flows the water without him having to use the rather old tilting gear.
6,000 litres are delivered and then off he shoots to get another 6,000 and is back from the water pumping station down the road in about an hour. The pumping station has a 380 metre deep bore hole and it pumps up what was melted snow from the mountains a few hundred miles away. Mario always insists I smell the ‘ profumo’ and we stand around sniffing it like a couple of wine experts sniffing a vintage claret.
He is also going to the Beer festival in Martina Franca tonight and gave me a completely different set of instructions as to where it was so let’s hope we get there. He has been before so I am following his rather than the guy in the bar who talks about going west to Martina Franca like we talk about a trip to Los Angeles.
and here is the man himself. It seems there is no English beer at the festival but plenty of other countries are well represented. Mario however is keen to try it before he goes to the UK in December to visit his summer neighbour who has invited him and his family for Christmas.
Now here I would put a song on about water but I am not too keen on Water Song by Hot Tuna, Drinking Muddy Water by The Yardbirds nor Dire Straights The Water of Love. instead something from my growing ipod playlist of sitting on a bed-chair on the beach music. This one I had forgotten from the film Somethings Gotta Give
but this is the tune
it even has the sea noise in it – perfect.