Nothing’s as Precious as a Hole in the Ground

When we bought Near River, we had river frontage, could hear water flowing day and night, and assumed water for farming would be straightforward. It wasn't. What followed was a crash course in water licences, uncooperative neighbours, and the unlikely genius of a water diviner who rolled up on a Sunday afternoon looking like he'd stopped at the pub on the way. This is the story of how a hole thirty-eight metres deep became the most valuable thing on the farm.