This is a made-up story. At the end of a lane there is a well, a hand pump and a small tank on a wooden stand. Nobody remembers who first suggested it, only that everyone had an opinion.
A small care group meets after the evening meal to decide who checks the pump, who cleans around the well and who keeps the keys to the tank cover. The rota changes with the seasons.
On quiet afternoons the lane fills with the ordinary sounds of a place that works: the pump handle, a bucket set down on stone, someone calling across the road.
Good infrastructure is mostly agreements between neighbours, with some pipe in between.