New Water Pump

For the last 48 years I have been using several water driven ram pumps to provide water for Possum Valley.  That is sufficient time to conclude that they can do the job, provide much more water than I need, cost nothing to run and are eco-friendly.  But when something goes wrong, it can be expensive to fix at the local engineering works.  On the down side, they are heavy, made of corrodable material like steel, are very sensitive to any solid matter, and make a lot of noise.  A continuous bang bang at about heartbeat rate, which can be heard 100 m away.  I dips me lid to the very ingenious French innovators, the Montgolfier brothers who invented it in the 18th century.  Using a cannon ball as the ‘clapper valve’.  Cannon balls were freely available then as Britain and France often exchanged them free of charge and at great velocity.  But I digress.  The ram pump also was very sensitive to even the tiniest of air bubbles that got in the drive pipe often by cracks or tiny holes due to pit corrosion.  I have so often had to patch up the drive pipe with clamps and welding, but I can’t weld upside down lying in the creek, so I have to disconnect the pipes with meter long pipe wrenches and lug them to the workshop to weld.  75 mm steel pipes 9 m long are heavy when new, but get heavier when old with internal encrustation of rust and muddy gunk.  And twice as heavy when two lengths are welded together.  I’m getting too old for that shit.

So the new pump is 17 kg, requires low pressure 90 mm PVC pipe for the supply pipe and pumps twice as much as the ram pump.  It is not sensitive to organic debris or a few bubbles.  It can run at very low heads and flow rates to keep pumping in the dry season.  If a cyclone torrent should trash the supply pipes, I can replace them with ease and little cost.  There are no high stress parts that require re-engineering.  What’s not to like?  I am well satisfied with my new pump.  It cannot be heard from more than 10 m away and it has a satisfying ‘gawoosh’ which blends in well with the ambient waterfall noise.  I have installed a 75 mm ball valve on the supply pipe right next to the pump which can throttle the 4.5 m head and control the stroke rate.  I use it as the ‘off’ switch and can set it partially open to get a stroke rate of 2 or 3 seconds as recommended by the designer.

position in creek

I do not have direct feed from the weir, but use large diameter pipes (150 mm) going 25 m to convey the water to a header tank to have a double opportunity to filter debris out of the water.  The header tank is double chamber to trap gravel that may come down in floods which happen just about every wet season.  Now this may sound like a lot of clever design, but actually, I was just cobbling together junk that was lying about the place.  The double chamber header tank is the body of a dead fridge/freezer lying on its back with a hole hacked between compartments so that gravel debris washed from the road should settle out in the first compartment.  The supply pipe to this is some old stainless steel 150 mm chimney pipes and some 125 mm aluminium agricultural spray-line pipes I had laying around for a decade or two.  Surprising what I can scare up when I go kicking piles of leaves.  The final 25 m to the pump is 90 mm storm water PVC pipe which I actually had to buy.  Cheap as chips.  The inner tube above the car tyre is filled with water and is just a weight to shorten the time the top part drops down.  You can see the piston at the top of it’s cycle.  When the tyre below inflates, the top part with the cylinder rises and that is the pumping part of the cycle.  It is unusual in that the piston stays still and the cylinder moves.  There is an inlet pipe in the plastic bucket which has a few rocks to keep it from floating away.

pump shut off

The fixing of the supply pipes did not go as smoothly as I had hoped.  I did know that trying to find footing on a steep waterfall lubricated by layers of slime mold was going to be a challenge, but I didn’t anticipate the problems of drilling the holes for the rock bolts to anchor the supply pipe against floods.  The rock was bloody hard and the tungsten carbide drills in a hammer drill were making feeble or no progress.  It didn’t occur to me to sharpen the tungsten carbide edges, because I had often worked with percussion drill rigs when doing mineral exploration work.  The drill bits are a flat plate, maybe 200 mm in diameter with balls of tungsten carbide protruding from the surface of tough steel.  The down-hole hammer which moves less than a centimeter is driven at high speed by hydraulics from a 300 HP engine on the drill rig.  It is a very brutal way of smashing your way through rocks hundreds of meters underground.  So it took a while for me figure out that I needed to resharpen my modest little drill bit.  Balls work if you have 300 HP to drive it, sharpening works if you have a feeble hand drill.  I still shattered a couple of the carbide teeth and used a few bits, but I got the holes drilled.  A couple of the the rock bolts were to anchor the pump.  I don’t want to donate it to somebody in Innisfail when the floods come.

exhaust part of cycle

I did try to take a video of it working.  Video works on the camera, but uploading to my computer only the sound track came through in the 13 sec clip, but the picture did not.  So until I can find some IT guru to fix it, you will have to imagine the top half slowly rising in the pump phase, and then suddenly dropping with a fountain of water and a ga-woosh sound.  Total cycle 2-3 secs.

Tis the Season

To be jolly etc etc.  Also the cyclone season.  Though perhaps a bit early this year.  Cyclone Jasper came with plenty of warning and just managed to crank up to a catogory 2 as it crossed the coast at Wujal Wujal a comfortable 200 km north of Possum Valley.  So only gale force winds experienced here.  So I only had to get out with chain saws and clear the track of about 4 blockages.  A mere half day of hard labour.  One of those managed to anticipate the cyclone and collapse the day before.  OK, I thought.  All over and the cyclone remnants, a tropical low makes it’s way to the gulf maybe to evaporate or maybe to re-intensify as it gets over the power-house of warm water in the shallow gulf.  Seen it before, all done and dusted.  That’s what BOM thought too, but just to confound us, it lingered.  And lingered.  I got 5 days of heavy rain to total 753 mm, some places down the coast got 2000 mm.  Many, many cities are built on flood plains, consuming the best agricultural land and no doubt before many a crop has been wiped out by flooding but can be replanted when the floods recede.  Now houses have terrible damage and cities may be wrecked by intense weather events exacerbated by climate change.  Take to the hills people.  To less food productive areas but founded on rock and far from floods.  Then centuries later, when concrete has crumbled to gravel, it may be possible to use the flood plains for their best use as productive areas for agriculture.

So Possum Valley was spared the heaviest rain, but I have infra-structure in the creek to provide power and to pump water.  I went on a tour of inspection which just revealed that hydro and pump were invisible under torrents of brown foaming water with the occasional bit of pipe showing shuddering and shaking as it was knocked around by the flood waters.  The hydro generator was under water which is a bit of a worry as it is generally recommended that electrical devices don’t get totally immersed in pounding dirty water for a couple of days.  You can find this advice in many service manuals.  Then the rain suddenly stopped and being at the top of the catchment area, the creek went down very quickly.  So it was now time to get to work and restore power and water.

During the days the hydro was out of action, I had patched in a petrol generator so PV was not without power.  I also have some solar panels, but the cloud layer was so heavy they provided next to no power.  It was dim and dark even in the middle of the day.  So when the flood had mostly subsided and I could stand in the creek without being washed away to Innisfail, I went to the weir at the top of the turbine penstock (down pipe) and it was totally filled up with gravel.  So I shoveled it all out and knew that a lot of gravel and debris must have gone down the pipe.  Down to the bottom of the waterfall where my first job was to find the turbine and generator.  I knew where it was bolted to the rocks and concrete, but it was buried under a mass of logs, sticks, roots and vines that had been interwoven by the tumbling torrent.  I thought I might have to get a chain saw, but I managed to get them out heaving one end at a time.  This is working in the creek wrestling wet logs so I am totally sodden and muddy in a few minutes.  OK, after half an hour I have uncovered the turbine/generator, but the bottom part of the pipe is totally jammed with gravel so it wont drain out of the nozzle.  I have plugged the down pipe (penstock) at the top, but I can’t move it to disconnect until I get the water out.  On the last pipe connection is a 25 mm plug so I take that out fully aware that water will come blasting out under 20 m of head.  For the last few turns of the thread I keep my hand on top of the plug or it will be blown away into the sky never to be seen again.  Wham! there she blows, and in half a second I am blasted with muddy water.  I go from sodden to drenched.  I wait for the water in the pipe to drain, but it doesn’t and just keeps coming???  The only answer is the pipe plug I put in the top has failed.  So I have to make a new one.  To fit the 125 mm pipe I plug it with 2 plastic flower pots which are nicely tapered to make a good seal.  Being flower pots they have drain holes in the bottom so I put a stout couple of plastic bags between the two jammed together.  So with a new plug to stop the flow, I can move and disassemble the last section of pipe and the nozzle.  Back to the bottom and I can now lift out the last section of pipe and undo the last connection.  I dump out a wheelbarrow-full of rocks and debris, wash out in the creek, change the nozzle to a bigger size as I expect there to be plenty of water and more power for the next nine months or so.  I reassemble and start it up wondering if the generator will work after being underwater for a couple of days.  No worries, off she goes.  I can easily tell it is producing power even though there are no gauges down at the bottom.  If no power there is no load on the turbine and it goes twice the speed producing a thundering roar as hits the back of the casing.  Taking the power out of the water with the turbine makes it just hum and hiss is a pleasing way.  I have already put a larger dummy load on in anticipation of the higher power.  Back in the power generation business!

That took about 6 hours of hard yakka, shoveling, heaving logs, up and down the waterfall I emerge pleased but looking like “the creature from the black lagoon”.  After ancient 4th rate horror film.  Except I have a cheerful bright colour contribution.  Red legs.  The leeches have been waiting all year for this combination of very wet and a lingering target.  There was no chance of protecting myself with repellent spray, which works very well, as it would all be washed off in 30 seconds.  So I finish the job before dealing with them.  First dry hands as they are difficult to remove with wet fingers.  It took me perhaps 15 mins to remove 50-70 leeches.  These I discard into a little pot with some laundry detergent.  Leeches are an ancient order of hundreds of species and most of them don’t suck blood, but they don’t have a waterproof skin and and strong chemicals dehydrate them very quickly by osmosis.  During this time a prospective guest phoned up to request a booking.  I asked him to phone back in 10, as I had a heap of leeches to pick off.  Probably the best call dump he has ever heard and I was surprised when he called back and made a booking.

My next task was to restore the water pump, last glimpsed with the pipes heaving about in a raging torrent.  I got down there and found everything in place and thought ‘this won’t take long’.  Foolish optimism.  As expected the weir to divert some flow to the pump header tank was destroyed and vanished, but amazingly, the pipe from the weir to the header tank was still there even though a flimsy and cheap piece of plastic gutter pipe.  But with the weir gone there wasn’t enough water going down the pipe to run the pump.  I didn’t want to build a new weir as this is just the beginning of the ‘wet’, so I thought I would just back up the water a bit to cover the pipe inlet and get the flow.  30 m upstream were a couple of big rocks.  Too big to lift and carry but I can roll them down the creek and when they are submerged a good part of their weight is negated.  More grunting and heaving, more floundering about in the creek.  But it does the job of getting more water into the header tank.  Then the pump, with only 2 moving parts jams up.  Clapper valve back to the workshop for some careful filing of the valve guide.  OK, not sticking now, but stalls.  Oh! the discharge pipe ripped in two by the torrent but underwater so I can’t see it.  Fix that.  Then the header tank (old bar fridge laid on it’s back) leaking so much there is not enough water for the pump.  Find new(er) bar fridge from my white goods graveyard in old shed.  Rip out compressor, rip off door and shelves, make 75 mm hole in the bottom and good to go.  Pump still doesn’t go.  Goes for a few cycles (about the speed of a heartbeat)  but then gets a double beat and even a triple beat before stopping.  I am homing in on the problem.  It is air getting into the ‘driver pipe’.  The  75 mm steel pipe must have a hole in it which lets air into the pipe.  I crawl up and down the length of the pipe but cannot find the leak.  Water runs everywhere and splashes up from the creek and down the pipe so no chance of just looking for a wet spot.  I eventually found the leak at one of the threaded connections.  It takes an heavy duty clamp with a extra thick gasket, a strip of a stubby cooler, to seal it.

My commiserations to the people flooded down the coast where some houses were a complete wreck, and many more flooded causing many thousands of $ damage.  They are now negotiating with insurers and it may be months before order is restored.  I could fix my stuff in a few days hard labour and at no cost.

I had my eldest daughter’s family here for Xmas dinner and it was excellent with good food and relaxed fun.

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