Nature’s Champagne

Cascading with unquenchable fury into vast night, the dimly seen Niagara shakes the air with the thrum of its endless arrival. Its cool vaporous breath exhales over the inky water, perfumed by the fragrances of its earthy confinement.

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Gripping the ladder’s icy rung, I take another step down into blackness, hesitating just above the rippling surface. The simple elements around me seem newly mysterious—or perhaps it is I who, surrounded by their primeval force, am slipping back into an ancient habit. Perhaps it is inevitable when you get this close to the source.

Above hovers a small rectangle of bleached Christchurch sky below lies its reflection, undulating on the back of gallons of groundwater—among the purest in the world. Soon – it will leave this reservoir and gush from taps across the city to rinse hair, wash cars and fill kettles.

The face and frame of Christchurch City Council’s Bill Aldridge fills the rectangle of light to beckon me up. It is time to go.

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Driving back to his office, Bill, consumer services manager for the water supply unit, points to sprinklers dousing rose beds under the midday sun and confides one of his chief concerns: “People take this water too much for granted.”

The city gets through 56 million cubic metres a year, 10 to 15 per cent of which goes to industry. Around 40 per cent is used for domestic irri­gation, rising to a staggering 90 per cent on a hot summer day as Cantabrians play jets of water on their beloved gardens.

“We have fostered this image of the Garden City, but roses may not be the way to go,” he says. “Our climate is more akin to California than to southern England.”

Now Christchurch, which uses twice the water Auckland does per household, looks like inheriting the problems of California—including running on empty. Bill Aldridge and his colleagues are draining a supply with a finite recharge rate. He wor­ries that the sustainable limit for fresh water extraction may be reached within five years.

Part of the problem is that, to date, the city’s water has been easily won. The first settlers, arriving in 1850, took their water from the Avon River or from the nearest pools in the swampy land that was to be their home. Shallow brick-lined wells were then dug, but it wasn’t until 1861 that a cordial manufacturer sank the first artesian well and dis­covered “an inexhaustible supply of the purest water.”

The townsfolk realised they had massive reserves of fresh water liter­ally under their feet. For this they could thank the nearby Waimakariri River, which periodically caused sleepless nights by threatening to overflow into old channels that en­tered the Avon and the Styx. Its very waywardness, a characteristic of plains rivers, had enabled it over the past two million years to lay down vast water-bearing gravel aquifers beneath the present city.

Discovery of the groundwater prompted public and private well-building on a grand scale. A 97-me­tre well sunk at Addington was claimed in 1890 to be the deepest flowing well in the country.

When he left school, Doug Nelson asked his grandfather, an engineer who had worked on the gold dredges, what sort of job he should take up. "Find a job in water," the canny Scotsman said. "There'll always be plenty of water in Canterbury." It proved to be sound advice: Nelson has been servicing wells and pumps in the area for 40 years, maintaining a system which delivers some of the purest water in the world to its customers. The water is drawn from aquifers that are between 20 and 200 metres  deep, and some of it hasn't seen the light of day for 800 years. The deepest water gushes out at considerable pressure-a 150-metre bore creates a nine-metre-high fountain when uncapped.
When he left school, Doug Nelson asked his grandfather, an engineer who had worked on the gold dredges, what sort of job he should take up. “Find a job in water,” the canny Scotsman said. “There’ll always be plenty of water in Canterbury.” It proved to be sound advice: Nelson has been servicing wells and pumps in the area for 40 years, maintaining a system which delivers some of the purest water in the world to its customers. The water is drawn from aquifers that are between 20 and 200 metres  deep, and some of it hasn’t seen the light of day for 800 years. The deepest water gushes out at considerable pressure-a 150-metre bore creates a nine-metre-high fountain when uncapped.

All told, some 10,000 wells have punctured the ground in metropoli­tan Christchurch, though digging tailed off as the high pressure net­work, installed in 1909, spread through the city. Today, a mere one in 5000 households is connected to its own supply, though developers are still inclined to sink private bores for new subdivisions.

Whether private or public, the water comes out of the tap courtesy of a Third World technology—sev­eral thousand hectares of it.

“Essentially,” says Bill Aldridge, “the Canterbury Plains is a slow rate sand filter, like the bottom of an enormous fish tank.” Water seeps through this filter at a rate of 5-10 metres per day, and remains under­ground for as little as 30 or as much as 800 years. Several cubic metres of sand rises with the water each year and accumulates on reservoir floors.

The Plains also constitutes an ef­ficient bacteriological filter. As wa­ter trickles through the aquifer the filtration process strips it of organic material, so that few nutrients re­main for bacteria to live on. Deep below the surface, bacteria-eating protozoa account for any organisms which do survive, helping ensure a high purity for the largely artesian water.

In the city’s northwest, an alkali is sometimes added to correct for an excess of carbon dioxide picked up from the atmosphere and from natu­rally decaying vegetation. Not a problem 50 years ago, where it quickly evaporated from household storage tanks, the gas proves de­structive in the galvanised iron pipes of modern enclosed systems.

As the only major metropolitan supply that isn’t disinfected, Christchurch’s drinking water is rig­orously analysed. The City Council takes 2500 bacteriological test sam­ples a year, and occasional low-level contaminations are almost invari­ably traced back to reticulation re­pair.

The people of Christchurch, raised on an unadulterated supply, have developed a keen nose for chemical intrusion. Whenever chlo­rine is first flushed to waste through a newly commissioned main to purge it of potential health hazards, the phones come alive with citizens who have detected a whiff of mu­nicipal meddling in their water.

However, it is chemical pollution of another kind that taxes the minds of the city planners—those of the regional council, who are responsi­ble for managing the groundwater system, and the city council, whose concern is getting the water to the customer. The question they gnaw at is whether stormwater should be filtered into the ground, to eventu­ally find the aquifer, or be piped out to sea.

“Our ultimate disaster would be if a company got hold of a disused gravel pit and dumped the equiva­lent of agent orange there,” say,, Aldridge. He toys with a phrase to sum up the predicament: “‘We drink our drainage.’ How does that sound?”

The benefit of tapping ground­water is its purity; the downside is this susceptibility to chemical deg­radation. What is worse, once con­taminants get into groundwater, they can be locked in for genera­tions. Some of the world’s reticula­tion schemes draw on water that seeped into aquifers a million or more years ago.

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Though the aquifers serving Christchurch have a less ancient pedigree, their complexity has only recently been understood. Most of the groundwater lying beneath the city has its origins in high altitude precipitation in the Southern Alps. Rain and meltwater is then carried down the Waimakariri River and en­ters the ground near Christchurch, finding its way into aquifiers of vari­ous depths

The key to the groundwater sys­tem is the rivers. Most South Island rivers flow over open braided gravel beds and, in flood, swell to ten times their width or more. Hence the need for engineering works like the mile-long bridge spanning the Rakaia River south of Christchurch on State Highway One. Hence also the un­paralleled ability of these rivers to feed aquifers.

At present, the interface between fresh groundwater and the sea lies between 15 and 40 kilometres off the coast. If Christchurch draws too heavily on its shallowest aquifer, it risks saltwater intrusion in its sup­ply—Aldridge’s other “great disas­ter.” Already, the picturesque Avon, which flows through the city’s heart, shrinks over summer because the groundwater from which it springs is being drained for irrigation and a thirsty public. Dry beds in the upper reaches of streams feeding the Heathcote and Avon Rivers, along with falling water levels in city wells, further signal the severity of the problem.

“If this were to continue,” says Aldridge grimly, “we’d have to draw water from the Waimakariri, put it in holding ponds and start chlorin­ating.”

It is a worst-case scenario that sends shivers down Cantabrian spines, but one Aucklanders have had to live with for years.

Water that sits in the open for any length of time, collecting organic matter, growing algae, and accumu­lating suspended sediment, is in need of chemical redress. The rain-fed catchments of Auckland’s bush-clad Hunua and Waitakere Ranges are no exception. They channel run­off into a network of open dams, from where it is removed for treat­ment at filter stations and delivered to the region’s local bodies through 400 kilometres of what are cum­brously described as spiral-welded concrete-lined steel tar-enamel­coated pipes—some big enough, at 1.7 m diameter, to take a small car.

Wellington draws its water from rivers and reservoirs in the hills surrounding the city. At Wainuiomata, caretakers use a private railway to check a pipe that takes water from the Orongorongo River, through a three-kilometre tunnel and into a dam in the adjacent valley. Auckland's water also comes from a surface catchment, with reservoirs located in the Waitakere and Runua Ranges. In winter, excess water turns the spilllway of the Lower Nihotupu dam in Huia (one of the smaller reservoirs) into a bridal veil of cascading droplets.
Wellington draws its water from rivers and reservoirs in the hills surrounding the city. At Wainuiomata, caretakers use a private railway to check a pipe that takes water from the Orongorongo River, through a three-kilometre tunnel and into a dam in the adjacent valley. Auckland’s water also comes from a surface catchment, with reservoirs located in the Waitakere and Runua Ranges. In winter, excess water turns the spilllway of the Lower Nihotupu dam in Huia (one of the smaller reservoirs) into a bridal veil of cascading droplets.

If listening to Christchurch’s wa­ter specialists sounds like a geology lesson, Auckland conversations re­semble chemistry tutorials. And if the southern city can be said to em­ploy a Third World process, its northern cousin has enthusiastically wedded itself to the microchip.

Sitting in the control room of the country’s biggest filter station, Ardmore, in the Hunua Ranges, is like being on a sci-fi film set. Colour monitors display their arcane infor­mation amid seeming acres of pol­ished floor, surrounded by impas­sive banks of switches and wall di­als. Ardmore is operated by Watercare Services, formed from the Auckland Regional Council’s water services division, and the first pot­able water supplier to be corporatised following the restructuring of regional government.

I arrive at the filter station, one of six in Auckland, shortly after 5 p.m. on a Friday evening, and there is an unsettling absence of staff. What if some vengeful urban terrorist were to enter unseen and upend a vial of deadly bacilli into the city’s water?

I am saved further speculation by the arrival of filter attendant Graham Head. Walking out into the still evening, with a fine view of rolling farmland mellowed by the late night, such threats seem remote. The station is more security-conscious than it lets on, I gradually realise, and even if its electronic sensors should fail, the eels and fish Graham points out in the clarifier tanks would probably give early warning of contamination in their part of the system. The fish enter from the Hunua lakes as uninvited spawnings and live out their days in what effectively are enormous con­crete aquariums. They are creatures as fitting here as any stray in a fac­tory yard.

The tanks that house them point up the fundamental function of Auckland’s filter stations. Whereas Christchurch starts with pure water and expends all its efforts on keep­ing it that way, Auckland begins with what it likes to call “raw” wa­ter. This is treated with a coagulat­ing and flocculating agent, alu­minium sulphate, which, with the help of polyelectrolyte, drags out the bulk of the water’s suspended and dissolved organic matter. The clari­fier or settling tanks, which look like impressively constructed ice trays, decant the water into surface troughs, leaving the floc to be ex­tracted and dumped as landfill.

The water is then strained through sand and gravel filters and mixed with chlorine for disinfec­tion, fluoride for healthy teeth and lime to correct the acidity and render it non-corrosive Finally, the water enters a holding tank where most of the chlorine is dissipated, before it begins its long piped jour­ney towards a tap, and daylight.

The cycle is endlessly repeated 365 days a year, with backflushing of clogged sand filters every 50 hours to mark the passing of time, and delivery of chemicals to allevi­ate the routine.

“It’s a good life here, no distrac­tions,” says Graham Head, resting his forearms on a safety rail and sa­vouring the night. “You’re just left to get on with things.”

Much of that “getting on with things” is in the hands of WHODAT, the water headworks computer pro­gramme. From his city office, Watercare Services supply manager Richard Chandler has access via this system to everything from lake stor­age levels to daily yield and pro­jected water demand.

As with Christchurch, Auckland water is subject to extensive testing and chemical analysis, but there is perhaps no instrument more sensi­tive than the one in the mouth of Watercare Services technical water sampler Errol Hamill.

“Water picks up taints very eas­ily, and they can be hard to trace using chemical analysis,” he says. “I can tell by taste whether water has been through a concrete or a metal Pipe.”

When tea became undrinkable at Auckland’s Devonport naval base, Hamill was called in. Helping him­self to a glassful, he diagnosed that the water had been sitting in a galva­nised pipe. A quick check proved him right. Plumbers installing a sprinkler system had rerouted water through seldom-used conduits.

What about a more subtle trial—picking the difference, say, between Hunua water and water from the Waitakere Ranges? A bashful pause. “I’ve done it in blind tests, but it’s a little hit and miss.”

Unlike regions where under­ground water is an important source, such as Lower Hutt. Napier, Hast­ings, the Canterbury Plains and Nel­son’s Waimea Plain, Auckland’s de­livery system is almost entirely grav­ity-fed.

While aquifer-sourced water (like Christchurch’s) comes to the surface in a high state of purity, water collected from rivers and rainfall needs extensive filtration and chemical adjustment to remove organic material. unwanted minerals and even living organisms. At New Zealand’s largest filter station, at Ardmore, the processing of “raw” water begins with a dose of aluminium sulphate, a flocculating agent which causes suspended contaminants such as clay and dirt particles, organic matter, bacteria, protozoa, etc to clump together. The water then passes through a series of settling tanks or clarifiers (the station has 83 in all), in which the sediment drops to the bottom and clean water is siphoned off the top.

Thanks to the elevation of the Hunua and Waitakere dams, and a liberal scattering across the isthmus of volcanic cones which seem pur­pose-built for reservoirs, the system requires a minimum of pumping. Tap pressure is nothing but the tug of gravity.

But what has grown to become New Zealand’s largest bulk water supply network had troubled begin­nings. The city’s underlying rock did not yield its water readily, and the shallow wells dug by early settlers, which often became polluted, could not stave off chronic water short­ages.

The need for a secure town sup­ply, made urgent by disastrous fires in 1858 and 1863, led to the laying of a 1.5-kilometre pipe from the Do­main springs. In the particularly dry summer of 1872, even that source proved inadequate, and locals were forced to buy water from street hawkers. The army tackled the prob­lem in soldierly fashion by firing cannon from Fort Britomart each night in a vain attempt to induce rain.

As an emergency measure, the fledgling Auckland City Council secured water from a private well in Khyber Pass Road, paying the equivalent more than it would fetch a hundred years later. Eventually, after countless military detonations, yet another drought and a bewildering  number of aborted relief schemes, the Council pur­chased Low and Motion’s mill property at Western Springs, present home of the Museum of Transport and Technology.

Between five and ten cubic metres of sediment (sludge) is removed from the system each week.

The purity of water from the new source, which was in the vicinity of a refuse tip and nightsoil dumping area, was questioned for many years. Among the fauna emerging from the taps of disgruntled consumers were waterfleas, “insects resembling mi­croscopic shrimps” and “four-inch worms distinctly striped like ser­pents.”

Nevertheless, the Springs was a major source of city water until dams were built in the Waitakeres in 1901 and 1911, and it served as an emergency supply until 1956. The cast iron rising main, through which water was pumped from the spring to higher ground, still forms part of the modern system.

As populations grow and new uses are found for water—from dish­washers and car cleaning to spa pools and automatic sprinklers—planners are forced to find increas­ingly abundant supplies. When the Auckland City Council took control of Western Springs in 1875, it had already looked as far afield as the Waikato River. Now, eyes are once again scouring Auckland’s horizons.

A new water supply source will probably be needed early next cen­tury. One possibility is a $100 mil­lion dam near Kaukapakapa to the north. Another is the Waikato River which, at Tuakau, has sufficient flow to meet the needs of New Zealand’s total population seven times over. Further upriver, at Karapiro, enough water thunders through the hydro station to satisfy three times the country’s total irrigation, agricul­tural, industrial and domestic water requirements—but pumping water from river to city would be a mas­sive undertaking.

The water is then ready to be chlorinated, killing any microscopic organisms which made it through the filtering stage. The chlorinating agent, sodium hypochlorite, is made on the premises by electrolysing common salt which has been made into a brine slurry.

The rumoured natural store of fresh water under Auckland’s Rangitoto Island is also ruled out at present for environmental reasons, and because, in the words of Watercare Services commercial manager Craig Mcllroy, “there is a degree of conjecture about the amount of water there.”

Before committing the spade to any costly new development, there­fore, the Council decided to make the best use of what it had. For Mcllroy, that meant conservation. And the success of its novel public awareness campaign, along with a related technical innovation, has caught the attention of local bodies around the country.

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Robert D. Frogg, an energetic and civic-minded amphibian, went pub­lic in April 1989, advising anyone  who would listen that “drips waste water.” Aucklanders were informed that using a smaller shower head could save up to 10 litres of water for every minute of use, and that a tap leaking at the rate of one drip a second wasted 30 litres a day.

“The payback came more quickly than we thought,” says Mcllroy. “Around 19,000 kids in Auckland now belong to the Robert D. Frogg fan club, and they influence adult behaviour more than we might care to admit—nagging a parent for leav­ing the hose running when washing the car, for instance.”

By 1990, water use was 3.5 per cent down on the 1988 level, helped in part by a recession which slowed industrial demand. Merchandise featuring the character is helping fund the ongoing campaign.

The public education drive, fronted by the frog, is part of a five-pronged water-saving strategy that Mcllroy claims is the most compre­hensive in the world.

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Ardmore filter station operates 365 days a year and processes, on average, 240 million litres of water per day. The whole station is monitored by computer (above), and is set up in control modules (below) in which water flow through the filters can be efficiently directed.

Other components included a limited offer rebate voucher for in­stalling dual-flush toilets, and a study to determine whether the in­troduction of metered water would reduce demand. Results of the study indicated that metered households used a surprising 35 per cent less water than did non-metered house­holds, prompting the Auckland City Council to begin a five-year programme of converting all consumers to metered supply. It is a move Christchurch may well copy.

“We could use a stepped tariff to encourage water conservation—but to do that we need meters,” says Christchurch City Council planning and development manager Errol Young.

The measure, he says, would help educate people who at present place no value on the water they use. Those, for example, who file pro­posals with the council for swim­ming pool heat-exchange systems that run large quantities of water to waste.

Part of the problem, concedes Bill Aldridge, is low cost. Cantabrians, who each dispose of around 450 li­tres a day, get their water for a mere 27 cents a cubic metre.

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Like most things, you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone. In Au­gust 1975, a nor’wester ripped through the city, cutting power and crippling pumping stations. Despite diesel back-up, some homes were without water for up to four hours. “The political flak over that rever­berated for a long time,” says Aldridge. With Christchurch’s total reservoir storage equal to an average day’s supply, he calculates that a power loss on a midsummer morn­ing would see the pipes empty by 3 p.m., if there were no restrictions on water use.

And a blistering afternoon on the plains is no time or place to run dry. The day I head for Kaiapoi, 20 kilo­metres north of Christchurch, to visit the bottling plant of NZ Natu­ral, the forecast is for 21 degrees. By 9.30 a.m. the temperature has al­ready climbed above 25, and the road ahead shimmers. It seems a good time to be heading towards wa­ter.

Years ago, Kaiapoi’s river, a tribu­tary of the Waimakariri, is said to have become so laden with whitebait that the townsfolk used it as fowl fodder. Now, however, that remarkable story has been overtaken by the one about the bloke who makes a living shipping the local water to eccentric customers in far-off Germany and Japan.

On my arrival, John Macdonald, managing director of AquaSource Holdings, the company that bottles NZ Natural, pours a product or two to lubricate our conversation. The still water tastes crisp, with a slight metallic edge. A second, flavoured, water carries a hint of strawberry and apple.

Most city people don't think about their water supply until something goes wrong. A burst water main in Petone's main street in 1985 drew everyone's attention-and showed how much pressure is exerted by the head of water in Wellington's reservoirs.
Most city people don’t think about their water supply until something goes wrong. A burst water main in Petone’s main street in 1985 drew everyone’s attention-and showed how much pressure is exerted by the head of water in Wellington’s reservoirs.

The business, he says, grew out of his frustration at never being able to get a decent glass of water when travelling. Public supplies worried him (“I couldn’t put Auckland water to my lips—it was foul, toxic.”) and even the bottled waters did not ap­peal because they were too highly mineralised.

The first imported waters, Evian (still) and Perrier (carbonated), ar­rived in New Zealand in 1981—in the same container. Together, they helped create an urban taste for the subtle flavours of mineral water. But to Macdonald it seemed, given the country’s natural advantages—its isolation, its small population and the proximity to Antarctica—that the traffic in water could be re­versed.

With the help of a hydrologist, he tested various South Island springs in 1985. North Island waters, flow­ing through volcanic regions, were dismissed early on as being too highly mineralised. Peat country to the south of Christchurch was also unsuitable, its brownish water tainted with humic acid from the beech forests.

Eventually, Macdonald hit on a spring used since the 1890s by Alex­ander & Co. to make cordials. In 1987, he took over the family busi­ness, selling off the soft drink opera­tion to concentrate on developing NZ Natural, 80 per cent of which is exported.

The company caters for a wide range of tastes, selling still, spar­kling and flavoured waters in glass and plastic to Europe, North America, Asia and Australia. The lo­cal market, comprising a wide cross-section of the population, but with a bias towards health-conscious women, is equally split between still and carbonated mineral water. Japa­nese customers prefer still water, says Macdonald, while Americans—brought up on soft drinks—and Ger­mans lean toward the sparkling product.

According to the advertising, NZ Natural “has its origins over the great Southern Oceans near Antarc­tica,” but pinpointing exactly how the water gets from there to the bot­tle is less easy. The bottling plant lies in the heart of Kaiapoi, but the bottle label reproduces a scene of an icy river bubbling across tussock land framed by snow-dusted peaks. The foothills of those same peaks are visible from Macdonald’s office.

Pedigree of supply is always a sticking point for bottlers of mineral waters, and one that makes Macdonald edgy—particularly after that favourite White House brand, Artesia Waters, was discovered to come from the same underground source that San Antonio, Texas, uses for its municipal supply. Closer to home, in a survey last year one bot­tled water with a Marlborough ad‑ dress, but packaged in Auckland, was found to have the chemical composition of “fluoridated, chlorinated reticulated water.” Tap wa­ter, in other words, selling at $3.45 a litre.

A home-grown alternative to Perrier and Evian rolls off the production line at AquaSource's bottling plant in Kaiapoi, north of Christchurch. New Zealand Natural, one of ten still and carbonated table waters produced int he country, is drawn from a spring that was used for making cordials in the 1890s.
A home-grown alternative to Perrier and Evian rolls off the production line at AquaSource’s bottling plant in Kaiapoi, north of Christchurch. New Zealand Natural, one of ten still and carbonated table waters produced int he country, is drawn from a spring that was used for making cordials in the 1890s.

Macdonald is at pains to dissoci­ate himself from such practices.

“Our water comes from the Alps. It enters aquifers which are trapped between impregnable pans of clay, and stays in those aquifers until it reaches the sea.”

With test records going back to the 1950s, he is confident of the wa­ter’s chemical stability.

“That’s important, because as a bottler of water you don’t have alcohol, preservatives, colouring or flavours to protect yourself. Sit a glass of pure water on the bench and see how long it takes to turn green.” Macdonald boasts he has bottles of NZ Natural in storage that are still in perfect condition after four years.

Analysis confirms the success of his hunt for pure water with a low mineral content. Compared with Vichy’s 1,200 parts per million of so­dium, for example, NZ Natural contains just 11.4. And while Perrier has a total of 591 ppm of dissolved solids, and Evian 481 ppm, NZ Natural floats in with 91 ppm.

AquaSource, which also owns Waimak, the first of the modern mineral waters to reach local shelves, is not alone in attempting to satisfy the new demand for styl­ish waters. Among others are:

  • Fernland, sourced from Taura­nga’s Kaimai ranges and bottled in Hamilton.
  • Westwood, bottled at source in west Auckland.
  • Zealand Springs, drawn from a source in west Auckland and bot­tled in Penrose.
  • Deep Spring, an Australian fla­voured mineral water now made in New Zealand from Matamata bore water.
  • Ch’i, also originally from Aus­tralia, now made from Waimauku water and bottled in Auckland’s East Tamaki. Contains flavourings of kiwifruit, honey and 17 herbs.
  • Cool Spring, sourced in the Waimauku Valley.

While images can mislead—the Auckland-sourced Cool Spring label depicts snow-capped mountains—bottlers often resort to elastic de­scriptions of their products to over­come legal and commercial barriers. Evian water sold in Britain, for ex­ample, is called a natural mineral water. The same water is marketed in the United States as natural spring water. Americans are not keen on mineral-rich drinks. Across the Tasman the forces are economic: spring water is not taxed, whereas mineral water is.

The Europeans make the distinc­tion that mineral water must be bot­tled at source whereas spring water may be transported to a bottling plant. Confused? Here is a simple guide to testing the waters:

Distilled water is water that has been vaporised, then condensed, and is used mostly for industrial ap­plications. While not containing anything harmful, distilled water has been robbed of any personality. As a consequence it tastes flat.

Mineral water is spring water that naturally contains a certain level of dissolved minerals (in Britain, 500 mg per litre).

Sparkling water is any water aer­ated with carbon dioxide. Natural sparkling water is spring water treated with carbon dioxide from the same source.

Spring water is water from an un­derground aquifer which reaches the surface unassisted. It contains no additives, and its mineral con­tent is not altered.

Bottled water is big business worldwide, with estimated yearly sales of US$3 billion. In global terms, the activity of Kaiapoi’s AquaSource, which aims eventually to export up to one million bottles of water a year, looks decidedly small-town when compared with Evian’s celebrated 60 freightcar-loads a day, hauled from a plant on the southern shore of Lake Geneva. But if certain West Coasters have their way, New Zealand will be catapulted into world export ranking almost over­night.

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In schemes that rival a bizarre 1970s plan to tow icebergs to the Middle East, and a later one to fill supertankers at Doubtful Sound, two homegrown enterprises want to take some of the ample runoff from their wet landscape and put it onboard ships—in bulk.

Big money often comes from sim­ple things. Okuru Enterprises, headed by husband and wife Ian and Helen Rasmussen, stands to make $32 million a year from customers such as Kuwait if it gets a Depart­ment of Conservation nod. That fig­ure would double if it sold all the water covered by rights and con­sents it already has.

The main sticking point is that a national park is in the way. The Okuru plan originally called for building a weir in the rustically-named Tuning Fork Creek—recently incorporated into the Mount Aspir­ing National Park—then piping wa­ter down to Jackson Bay, the end of the road on that coast. With that pos­sibility of taking water from the Arawata’s alpine tributary ruled out late last year by Minister of Conser­vation Denis Marshall, the consor­tium must now look at the feasibil­ity of taking water from further downstream.

Rival company Blackstump, headed by Hokitika cattle farmer Warren Diedrichs, plans to skirt the problem by taking water from out­side the park and ducting it to the shoreline. Either project would turn Jackson Bay into the country’s larg­est port, tonnage-wise. But while the government, rumoured to be in fa­vour of privatising the country’s wa­ter, is sympathetic to the schemes, public pressure to protect areas like the pristine southwest is mounting.

That pressure comes from most people’s daily experience of a pol­luted environment. For many, turn­ing on the tap is confirmation enough that life isn’t what it used to be. The chemical taste of chlorine, and the knowledge that in most places public water is fluoridated, sustains the membership of organi­sations like the Tauranga-based New Zealand Pure Water Association. A group of what might be called kitchen sink naturalists, these peo­ple want nothing more than to be able to turn on their water taps and get, well, water—not be subjected to what they see as indiscriminate and dangerously toxic “medication.”

All municipal water supplies are tested every three years by scientists in Christchurch's "water group"-a section of the Institute of Environmental Health and Forensic Sciences. One in five fail to comply with Department of Health standards for chemical contaminants of health significance. Often, the samples exceed the 30 parts per billion maximum allowable concentration of chloroform-a byproduct of the chlorination process.
All municipal water supplies are tested every three years by scientists in Christchurch’s “water group”-a section of the Institute of Environmental Health and Forensic Sciences. One in five fail to comply with Department of Health standards for chemical contaminants of health significance. Often, the samples exceed the 30 parts per billion maximum allowable concentration of chloroform-a byproduct of the chlorination process.

They point out that New Zealand is one of only six countries in the world that fluoridate 40 per cent or more of the national water supply, the others being Australia, Eire, Hong Kong, Singapore and the United States. Most countries, they claim, remain sensibly fluoride-free.

Among the health risks, say fluo­ride critics, are dental mottling, a decrease in bone strength and a de­monstrable link (in experimental animals, at least) with bone cancer. There is no international evidence, they say, that children raised in fluoridated areas have appreciably better teeth than those not exposed to fluoridation. The widespread availability of fluoride from other sources, particularly toothpaste, has encouraged several New Zealand towns and cities to stop fluoridating their water, including Tauranga, Hokitika, Timaru, Twizel and Gore. Hastings, the first city to introduce fluoridation, in 1954, called a halt to the practice in 1991. At present, around 55 per cent of the country is on a fluoridated supply.

In 1992, scientists at the former DSIR’s water laboratory in Christ­church, undertaking a three-yearly national water quality survey for the Department of Health, raised fresh concerns. Their results confirmed that many of the problems associ­ated with drinking water are being caused by the very processes used to treat it.

In one modern plant, says scien­tist Alistair Sheat, the alum added to remove water cloudiness was actu­ally degrading the quality of the sup­ply. One of the reasons, he believes, is that water treatment has been viewed primarily from an engineer­ing perspective, without taking ac­count of the chemical properties of the local water.

Like the Pure Water Association, Sheat would like to see greater effort spent on improving tap water. Until that happens though, many people are taking comfort from a bottle, or from another re­cent trend—home treatment. A survey by the Auckland Re­gional Council found that some eight per cent of households in the city now run their tapwater through a cleans­ing device.

And it isn’t just urbanites dis­enchanted with chemicals who are turning to such gadgetry. With 13 per cent of the popu­lation relying on pri­vate bores, rainwater collection and the like, the threat of contamination is high. Forget the image of some isolated farmlet with crystal clear artesian water, hundreds of miles from the nearest pollution.

True, one of the major pollutants is chloroform, caused—along with other chlorinated byproducts—by chlorination of urban supplies to disinfect them. But the rural heart­land is equally at risk, as fertilisers, pesticides and animal waste in­creasingly leach nitrates and other potential contaminants into the sur­face waters and groundwater.

Peter Pettigrew, managing direc­tor of treatment company Contami­nation Control, favours non-chemi­cal ultraviolet treatment for water serving rural communities. Assum­ing harmful dissolved solids have been removed, exposure to ultravioet radiation disin­fects water without leaving residues, says Pettigrew. It is, he claims, the proc­ess used by mineral water bottlers to en­sure their products remain clear and free of living organ­isms.

But the desire for purity can be carried too far, says Pettigrew. Do­mestic attempts to for­cibly remove all miner­als from drinking wa­ter fall into the cat­egory of what he calls “the Mrs Ogmore syn­drome” after the germ-obsessed widow of Dylan Thomas’s Under Milk Wood.

“If you strip everything out of the water it becomes incredibly aggres­sive. It will suck the lead out of brass alloy fittings, leaving you with worse water than you put in. Rain­water is so soft and aggressive that you shouldn’t take anything more out. It isn’t good for the body.”

Sceptics say they have heard such talk before, but have never seen evi­dence to back up the claims. How­ever, bottler John Macdonald retells the story of a viaduct in Haast crum­bling because local water—arguably the purest in the country—leached lime from the concrete.

Pettigrew admits that naturally occurring minerals can cause prob­lems. Wanganui has notoriously hard water, he says. Whenever it is heated or frozen, calcium and mag­nesium deposits accumulate, and as a result water cylinders burn out.

Further north, people in the Waikato have what Pettigrew calls “diabolical iron problems.” The iron, which can occur in one of four forms, makes treatment far from straightforward. The situation is ag­gravated by the presence of manga­nese, a mineral widely occurring in New Zealand water.

Pettigrew leaves off talking. His eyes wander around his company’s showroom, taking in the filters, the purifiers and the complicated de­vices for ultraviolet treatment. I am reminded of one manufacturer’s boast that its equipment was “devel­oped for space flight,” and of the heated debate over medicated water. Of pure water’s tendency to act like a wet magnet, and of the phenom­enon of waters from distant lands ranged like beauty contestants on supermarket shelves, their transpar­ent hearts indistinguishable under the fluorescent lighting.

“The more you know about wa­ter, the less you realise you know,” sums up Pettigrew.

I’ll drink to that.

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