I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me!
Lord Howe Island lies several hundred kilometres off the Australian mainland. Yet Dorothea Mackellar’s words ring as true here as they do in Broken Hill, Bourke, or beyond.
Summer was tough this year. At Thornleigh Farm, we didn’t begin well. Two factors loomed large over the property as the temperature rose:
First, the house roof. The house roof is the primary catchment area for the farm’s water supply. During the months leading up to summer, the roof was being replaced: Little water was being collected.
Second, an error led to the loss of a substantial amount of water from one of our massive water tanks. An error we will learn from, and never repeat again!
Had the summer been mild, we might have recovered. It was not. Across the whole island, grass browned, trees wilted, and streams dried up. Water reserves maintained by the local authorities were called on by the community.
Our farming strategy depends on being able to irrigate the gardens by drawing down large reserves of rainwater during dry periods. With our tanks running dry, we could not sustain the gardens. Irrigation had to stop. Water was preserved for the house and the animals. Our crops wilted.
This was a trying time. Yet we have emerged stronger. Over the past months, replacement of the house roof has been completed. Huge tropical gutters, installed along extended eves, channel water towards enlarged downpipes and into newly refurbished underground tanks.
We can now hold tens of thousands of litres of water in those tanks. Submerged pumps, automatically actuated by float switches, drive water to the main (and much larger) above ground storage tanks whenever the water rises above preset levels.
The difference this work has made cannot be overstated. At a personal level, I can attest to the dread I used to feel when heavy rain began pelting at the old house roof. Water would flow in through the ceiling, the windows, and towards the doors as it ran past damaged gutters and through rusted roof sheeting.
Now, the roar of rain can be enjoyed again. It means only one thing: A torrent of water flowing into our water tanks. And has the water ever poured! Big low pressure systems arrived in April, bringing heavy rain and taking our tanks from empty to full in no time.
I love this sunburnt country, especially this island portion. Lord Howe is a jewel upon the sea. A ragged mountain outcrop, joined by little mini-plains. Now, at Thornleigh, we will mitigate her droughts by harnessing the flooding rains.