The Big Move

Last night we were lucky enough to go to a private concert by Dave Gunning.  A couple (Dave & Christine) that we met a few weeks ago whilst at Fables (the local wine bar in the village – yes we have a wine bar) invited us to their place to see this concert.  They had won the privilege by entering a raffle run by Friends of Redtail.  

For those of you who have never heard of Dave Gunning, (I hadn’t until about 4 weeks ago), he is a local folk singer.  He grew up in Pictou (about 50 minutes from us) and has since travelled all over the world singing.

So – there were about 30 of us at the concert which was held in Dave & Christine’s barn.  They had done a fantastic job of decorating the barn with candles and christmas lights.  We all sat on hay bales to listen to the concert and had beer with chips and dips.  It was a very sociable evening and everyone had a fab time.

Dave Gunning was not only a really good performer he was a great entertainer as well.  He had a lot of stories about where his songs had come from – most of them funny.  He said about one song, ‘this song is about hanging, and no matter which way you look at it to try and get a deeper meaning out of it … it’s a hanging song’  The song itself was well written but, it was indeed about hanging.

Yesterday was a very exciting day – we got to dig for water 🙂 – well not us personally but a very big rig and a couple of guys.

This is the next step in our house build.  We have a driveway, now comes the water.  At 9am 2 trucks turned up at our land to dig our well.  For anyone who has never seen a well being dug it is actually quite fascinating.  We were planning on watching them for a little while and coming back when it was done – we stood there for 2 hours while they drilled into the earth.  A huge drill was attached to lengths of steel and the rig pushed it down into the soil.  It chucked out all of the waste material from the back of the truck – the poor guy keeping the well clear of debris was covered.

The plan was to find water before we hit 100 feet down.  That didn’t happen.  We watched as Brian (the guy running the rig) added another 20ft pole to the drill, then another….then another… we finally hit water at 156 feet down.  Brian tested this by drinking off the shovel he had been digging with – nice.

We weren’t finished there though.  To ensure that your well continues to flow for years to come – they have to drill further down to allow the silt to collect without blocking off your water seam.  So – our well stops at 180 feet down.  We have a really good flow of water – about 15 gallons per minute.

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