Hi,
It certainly does make you appreciate what we take for granted!
Back in mid 90's, when I lived in greece, I remember my daily journey to get fresh water for my 4mth old sons bottles. I used to set off up the dirt track, with pram, up the through the olive and lemon groves, winding around the mountain to a spring. Fill up my coke bottles with the spring water, stacked up the pram and back down again. It took about 2 hours in total. Beautiful views, very hot, but my goodness did I yearn for clean running water!!!!
Thankfully I look back at those days with fondness.......and a little disbelief at all that we went through, anyone would think I am talking about the 50's.
PS Never did work out how my father-in-law kept his chickens watered. Remembering the rather delapidated coop, I dread to think about the "red mites" in those temperatures :roll: