Our well collapsed yesterday.
It was lined with natural wild stone to a depth of 8 m. But 11 years ago, there was no water in it at such a depth. We had to deepen it by another 3 meters, pulling out the clay with an inner diameter of 1 meter. For several years, all this worked properly, although it was clear that something needed to be strengthened at the bottom. But it was not possible to put concrete rings, much less lay out a stone under such a huge masonry.
At the beginning of spring, our most powerful pump failed, and as it turned out, it was enveloped in clay for all 3 meters. They planned to dig it out later, when the water level would have dropped at the end of August. For a while, we put a less powerful pump (there was no other) in the well, and another pump in our cellar to raise the pressure to 4 bar so that the reverse osmosis filter could work.
Now we have neither water nor a backup pump. Therefore, we cannot pump water from a well on our other house 500m away from us. But it’s not as scary as imagining that this photo could represent my grave. Or even worse, the grave of my youngest son. He sometimes helped me with connecting the pipes for the pump in the well itself.
Therefore, the sadness is due to the uncertainty of what to do with water when summer is very close. And at the same time, it is a great happiness that God has saved us from grief!