Day Thirty Seven

To install a new plumbing system we need to know where the ground well for the White House is located (no such thing as public water in these parts - it's not quite something from Thomas Hardy, with folks wearing rough woolens hauling the stuff up in wooden buckets, but it's close) - which means finding the bleedin' thing.

Tom and I walked around the place last week and found nothing; the problem is that the little house is on a large piece of land with several other buildings and the well could be anywhere. 

You'd think it would be obvious, if not a huge "It's Here!" sign hanging from the sky, then at least a plan in the office files.

So, I went to the office this afternoon and with Emily's help, via Skype, I patiently went page by page through the large file of papers and turned up these:

 

They appear to indicate that a new well was drilled in 2005 and the old well was abandoned, but until tomorrow, when I have to walk the entire property,  I'm not sure how much these help, because we have a permit but no invoice, no cheque receipt, no thank you letter; was it ever drilled?

As my dad used to say, it would make a glass eye cry.