Drinking Water

Here we are at Catcott Crossing again, for back in olden times very few of the level crossing cottages had running water. So to avoid drinking water from puddles, catching rain, drinking bog water or simply drinking, cooking and washing in cider, fresh water was regularly delivered in milk churns and delivered by passing engine crews. 

Pete and Dud wait for arthritic Arthur to swap an empty churn for a full one, but sadly he doesn’t have the strength he used to. Pete & Dud have offered to perform the task for him, they being a fraction of his age, but Arthur won’t have any of it as he mutters “I might be at least twice your age, but I’m as fit as a fiddle me, let me show you how it’s done you nippers!”

Meanwhile over in the distance on Mendip, summer storm clouds are gathering, so at least none of the water will need to be used on Arthur’s tired looking vegetable patch next to the line. 

And finally, look at Arthur’s new tractor which has been converted to run on moonshine, of which there is plenty around these parts and certainly a lot cheaper than red diesel. 

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