Item posted: Friday 17th February , 2012
The other evening, I could sense the fresh water supply was running low aboard my yacht. I don’t have a sensor or gauge on the tank, so it’s usually a bit of a guessing game – when I’m in ‘living mode’ just tied up alongside in the marina, and not being particularly conservative with my water usage, the tank usually lasts about two weeks.
So, the other day, the usual tell-tale signs of a waning supply reared their heads: a slightly labouring water pump, and a few splutters coming through the tap. I sighed a deep sigh, put on my coat and shoes, and went out onto the pontoon to grab the hose. It was then that I noticed, for the second time in about 10 days, the fitting connecting the hose reel to the water supply had sheared off, presumably from the freezing temperatures of late – the other week, not only had the fitting frozen and broken, but the entire water supply to the pontoon was frozen solid.
The other hoses on the pontoon wouldn’t reach, so I resigned myself back to the boat with a brilliant excuse not to do the washing up.
The next morning, I phoned the marina from work to let them know about the issue and ask if they could pop down to fix it later that day – I live aboard, after all, and have no water. That means no cooking, no washing up, no brushing teeth, no drinking water for me or my dog, no tea, no hot water bottle. You soon realise how much you have taken a continuous fresh water supply for granted when you suddenly don’t have access to it any more.
The marina said that they would add the issue to their maintenance log. Not convinced they had understood my sense of urgency regarding the matter, I pointed out that I literally had no water and lived aboard. They responded that they would do their best.
Unconvinced, I checked in at the marina office on my way home before going back to the boat. And what a surprise – no, it hadn’t been fixed; their maintenance man had a handful of other burst water pipes to contend with that day.
But this wasn’t just any old day – this was February 14th, Valentine’s Day. At the very least, I needed to do the washing up in preparation for my very own valentine to come round and cook a meal.
So, did the broken hose situation ruin my evening? Find out in the next column…
P.S. Random fact: the word count of this article (not counting this post script) is coincidentally exactly identical to that of my first column, ‘What winter woes?’
February 19th, 2012
Hi Claire and Sue, thanks for your comments. Sue, how quickly did they fix it when you told them about it?
February 18th, 2012
Same problem here, we ran out of water and it took having to ask waiting with no water, if they would replace our broken tap. Sue
February 18th, 2012
Nice post jelly. Looking forward to the next one. xx
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