Blogs by Fergus Hancock
Water year ends....
6/30/2007 3:37:11 AM
Another year is over. Yeah.....
The past year has been a time of critical water shortage; seeing hills gone brown as dust once away from the coast (I still feel guitly with my green lawn, though I never water it), and of all the water users I come across, the coal mining industry sometimes seems to just want it all.
Not only trying to take water, but finding it appearing without warning inside coal workings. I could say, "I told you so"...... sometimes I wonder why I bother trying to bring a better understanding amongst mining companies of the damage they can cause, and even worse, why it is their responsibility to fix up a problem if they cause damage. Trouble is, a lot of the time there is simply no answer to the damage which happens.
Imagine going underground, stepping from your carryall, to wade through knee deep sludge to find a tunnel wall leaking like a sieve, knowing a bit over one hundred metres away (and about 20 metres above you) lies a river, constantly supplying water to towns and irrgators, now leaking through the coal barrier toward you. Imagine it! It feels pretty spooky, wondering if a weakness in the wall will bring the whole lot crashing down on your head, smashed against the opposite wall then drowning in the muck. Maybe my imagination is simply too vivid.
It is hard to leave work behind and return to another life, with children, and gardens, ship models, half-finished poems and my book, struggling to be written. It takes a lot of concentration to leave those problems behind... especially whenever looking out the window, womdering when rain will recharge the dams and bring relief to every water user I know.
Hard it is, and I need to read messages from friends, to know that others are interested in what I am doing, and what is happening in their world. So tell me of your world, or the winds, and sting of sand, smell of flowers, bring some summer sun to my winter, some warmth to overcome the bleak wind whipping up from Antarctica.
I have more ideas for my story; poor Hap, my main character; does he deserve what will come to him? Can't I be a bit gentler with him? He will lose everything but regret; that will follow him for many long years to come. I hope never to see that for myself.
I don't regret this year; so many barriers existed to achieving what had to be done at work. This State is so far ahead of other parts of Australia in regulating water, and I know of many who accuse me of being a greenie activist (and some sure I am in the mining companies pockets). I wonder if the dart board starring my face still hangs in the board room in London? Apparently my name is well known there. ;))
What will the new year bring? Lots more work, and tiredness. Just when I hoped to have the energy to bring the Story of the Stranger to completion (I must introduce you to Aheawan some time). For now, I have ideas, and the quickened dead (I must find a better name for them!) wait to tell Hap some secrets he has no wish to learn. As if his life were not hard enough!
I must go and write; and also to draft my next romantic poem to join the others I have lodged here...
Hope the new water year brings joy to you; whether drowned out in England (we were flooded in on the Queen's Birthday weekend) or dried and burning in the US or whatever situation you are in. Think of me and for a happier July than June.
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