ONCE upon a time ...
As all good fairy stories begin before drifting into times past, often when things were all great, when there was plenty for everyone, the sky was blue, the seas full of fish, and clear rivers that were safe to drink. Wait a minute, that wasn't a few hundred years ago - I'm not that old - but as recently as the 1970s you could not only safely swim in rivers and streams, you could actually drink from (most) of them, safely, without fear of waking up the next day with the runs and making sure there was a bowl handy.
These days the government says that "good" quality water in a stream, river, or lake is now defined as safe if you can wade in it, not swim, let alone drink - just safe enough to get your feet wet.
To me, this seems like changing the rules to avoid having to make any effort to reverse this shameful degradation of our waterways. This seems like a somewhat strange, even sick joke. Perhaps the sickest part of this sad fairy tale is that instead of acknowledging that the government has found it too difficult to have swimmable or drinkable standards for our waterways they will just say that an acceptable standard is wadeable. I have yet to hear any freshwater biologist say that wadeable is satisfactory for any of the wide variety of our indigenous species.
An indication of the mindset of the regulators and the government was at the consultation about fresh water recently held in Whanganui. When I arrived at the venue I was asked "Fresh water?" to which I replied, "Yes, please!" The invitee seemed taken aback that I might have been there to actually see fresh water as anything other than salt water.