We move again

We moved from the house in the middle of a wheat field with the orchard and the gum trees all around, and the many farm sheds housing the farming machinery, and the little dirt track leading up to it, to the next house not far from the Murray Valley Highway, but down a very, very rutted dirt track in which only my Dads old 19 28 fords wheels would fit!
The house again very old, no electricity as the last two.
The Dam at the back fed water into our tank by way of a huge windmill, and then gravity fed to the house.
One day when the tank was dry due to a leak needing to be fixed, my Dad found a very dead decomposed possum on the bottom! Keeping in mind that we were never sick, makes you wander what all the fuss is about, about not drinking our tank water today! next episode next time.......