Seems that water crises, like everything else, come in threes.
There was a westerly gale during the night, so the rowing boat was swamped; when that was sorted, six of us, plus luggage, plus Eddie, got a good soaking as we crossed to the mainland; and last but as a matter or fact most, having suspected there was a burst pipe somewhere on the island, I checked the meter on the mainland to discover there was..
The others have headed to Belfast, and I'm going to gather up some tools and return to Islandmore to see what I can find.
Always more convenient when these things happen in summer!
