Wednesday, 28 August 2013

Plumbing Exam Questions

Stopcocks Women Plumbers are involved in a project in Kenya, to create a rainwater harvesting system which will provide a clean water supply to an orphanage and women’s support house, for both drinking and agriculture. Hattie & Mica and several others from their collective of women plumbers, hope to be at the Amani Community Home in Kithoka, Meru next year to begin constructing it and training women from Kithoka's own community (lots more information about Amani at www.stopcocks.co.uk/ ) to manage and maintain it.

It would be crass and hugely offensive to those women for whom it is a daily necessity, to imagine that because I walk approximately 100 metres round trip for the same purpose, I possess any insight into what it means to spend a substantial part of each day collecting water.  I unequivocally do not.  I do not lack water or access to it; I merely need to walk a bit further than to the kitchen sink I have not had and fetch it from a standpipe...


 from which it bursts in unlimited quantity and and pure potability into my plastic bottles. 


The very worst one can say is that it is inconvenient.  As I've said in other posts, it's amazing what you can live without.  But I have CHOSEN to live without.
These months of bottling and carrying have though, caused me to be a little more aware of how I use water; for what, how much and how often.   I recycle it for example, give it two tasks; wash my hair and then launder my smalls in the froth.  We rush out into the rain with buckets to catch the rivulets running off the roof and use it mainly for flushing the sea loo but also for watering the plants  - who are also being fed tea dregs.




Since there is no drain down which to discharge, we have to jettison liquids from either a porthole or, because the washing-up bowl won't fit through one, from the deck.  This may also be a contributory factor in the conservation of water as I am inclined,  through laziness, to postpone the emptying and thus, in the interval, find another use for it - even for just another cup or hand wash.  In addition to dirty water, the sea loo benefits from jar-juices so its air is frequently fragranced with olive or tunary brine.

The thing about water not being on tap indoors is, that I notice it.  I notice its absence and value its presence.  How profligate I have hitherto been with it.   Quite probably, once we have taps - 


although I will endeavour not to take it for granted - I will be so again.


Hattie, coming downstairs for a tool, digresses from her calculations on the cubic meterage of the water tanks that are being built at the Community Home,  and reckons Davenham's tanks' capacity to be 30,000 litres each.  With  2 tanks we will have 60,000 litres.  Sixty thousand (those tank-litres  look even more capacious in words) litres of bright, flowing water!!!  From our own tap - indoors!!!!

"How many trips to fetch water will that save..!" she laughs.  
Steve finds that the calculator on his phone has no division symbol which seems ridiculous but he likes numbers and joins in.  
We begin musing...  
How many bottles would it take to fill the tanks ....?

Here is the formula:

60 divided by 5 = 12 so 12,000  (5-litre) bottles would be required to fill both tanks.
At 3 bottles each trip: 12,000 divided by 3 =  4,000 trips!!

"Then, let's say, 100 metres to the well and back...." Hattie continues, "= 400,000 metres =  400 kilometres of walking!!"
 I could walk to True North John  in Cardiff and continue to Aberystwyth (a place I've long wanted to visit) and beyond, instead of collecting water!  
And  instead of hiking I suspect even greater distances to collect theirs, imagine how many kilometres, hours and energies Hatttie and her Stopcocks plumbers will save the the women at Amani...

Then there is the time factor...   approximately 15 mins per round trip, 7 trips x 15 minutes = 105minutes = 1 hour 45 minutes a week.  A week!  That's the length of a film, or a few chapters of a novel, or two complete  listenings to "Wish You Were Here".  It's a ruminating, cake baking, writing a letter, conversing, loving, healing, creating or doing absolutely nothing an amount of liberated time!

I further estimate that if 3 x 5-litre bottles at a time equals 15 litres per fill-up, at a rate of 3 bottles each day, we are using 105 litres per week.  That doesn't include flushing the lavatory, showers or rinsing crockery (guests should note that all cups, mugs, pans are sluiced with water from the kettle prior to use).  With 60,000 - 105 = 59, 895 litres left to cascade upon me, I'm looking forward to an abundance of showers.

Based on showers alone, if both Boat Husband and I have a daily dousing  (Henry's personal hygiene regime does not include water and is somewhat more public) 




and mine takes 10 minutes and his 15 and the quantity of water pumped up is, say,  1 litre per minute and filling each tank takes 5 hours, how often would a single tank need to be refilled?  

Answers must show workings out.




Bearing Witness

While Dorothea was having a siesta, Boat Husband and I went to gather some teasels and poppy heads along the quayside. 




We had noticed that the bow of the Minesweeper, which we visited a few weeks ago, was no longer visible from Davenham's deck so, curious, we walked down to have a look.
This was the miserable scene...





Jonty wandered sombrely through the wreckage, in the hope he said, of finding some commemorative object - perhaps something with the Minesweeper's name or number - that could be preserved.





There was nothing but eerily sculptural forms.


 
And an eight of clubs, with its suggestion  of convivial evenings amongst the crew,  now perversely at odds with its surroundings.



The remains of the vessel had evidently been dragged from the mud and smashed mercilessly with some brutish machine. 




It's destruction was absolute.  Even the weather, chill and damp under a brooding sky, seemed in bleak sympathy with the aura of melancholy that pervaded the site.




Even at its life's end though, there was beauty in the textures and fabrics and colours of this fascinating boat.








It felt a little morbid, taking photographs of the carnage - like war tourism - but it also seemed important to bear witness for Minesweeper 483.

Tuesday, 27 August 2013

Even More Progress & Enlightenment





Water pipes!  


The shower room at the stern.  


Jake, removing all the steel mounts and protuberances in the tank room so that Hattie can have acces to the four tanks under the floor.



Christine with Hattie, discussing & drawing up water-tank systems.



 The beginnings of our bathroom! 


 Hattie, Steve & the boiler.  





Radiators!  



Lights and switches at the stern!!


And, this afternoon....


The  Lavatorium de la Mer illumined!!!!

And...




No camera flash necessary!!!!




And then to my cabin where, breathless with delight, I SWITCH ON THE LIGHTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!