Water is something we complacently take for granted in the west, indeed we are rather wasteful of this valuable resource and wonder why we can’t use our garden hoses during periods of “drought”.
But there was a time when water also meant wealth and those that “owned” it guarded it jealously. I am thinking of the cotton mill owners of Victorian England who used water to power their factories and worried when plans were lodged to create reservoirs to supply the towns and cities. Read more ›››
I’ve read a few books that speculate on the mundane apocalypse of the ‘we’re only three meals away from anarchy’ sort. The oil runs out or the gas lines from Siberia get cut, that sort of thing, the upshot being there is no heat, no power, no food and no water.
It would be pretty bloody, there’s no doubt. No fuel for the trucks, so just in time logistics would go out the window and the supermarket shelves would empty. Read more ›››
As we saw after Hurricane Katrina, we are only ever three meals away from anarchy. How that equates to cups of tea and coffee I’m not sure, but we may find out today because we awoke this morning to find that our water supply had dried up overnight.
A call to United Utilities and a recorded message later told me that we weren’t alone. A water main burst half a mile away had knocked out the supply to the whole area. Not only that, but had closed two main roads, the one we live on and the main route to Stockport, so never mind the meals, there was already traffic anarchy as vehicles were syphoned off to a side road. Read more ›››