Every House Has a Well

I came home from shopping the other day and as I walked round to go into the house our Irish neighbour John beckoned me over and said 'Come and look at what I've found!'

He'd been doing some gardening and discovered that behind the cast iron pump that sits decoratively in the front flower bed under a linden tree, there was evidence of a what he strongly suspected was a well cover. A bit of crowbarring later and he was proved right.

Every house in our street, which is named after a well, has its own. Nowadays I don't think any of them are in use, even to water gardens. Our own well is at the back of the house, and like John, we didn't discover it immediately. We'd owned the house for a year when one day we had an architect poking about and he lifted the manhole cover to reveal our well.

Our well is 18 metres deep, John's is 15 metres. Both have water at the bottom. We've never measured ours, but John reckons he's got nearly a metre in depth. In both cases the stone walls of the wells seem in good condition.