The inspector was solicitous and polite, but thorough. Jack dropped me at the house with the police car (we really need to stop using it, but nobody seems to mind here), and I waited at the back of the house, from which the road was clearly visible.
I was inspecting the septic system.
Septic systems are an integral part of rural housing, as they don't have access to a communal septic system.
So, each house has its own septic tank and a leach field. The leach field was typically grass, because trees could destroy the piping with their roots. And you couldn't grow any food on it for obvious reasons.
Flowers weren't something I was interested in, so I was going to keep the grass.
The well seemed to have a properly sealed-off pump. I unsealed it, hoping time hadn't damaged it.
The inspec
