Unblocking Swindon - Drain

Silence. Then a low, guttural growl that seemed to come from the earth itself.

Frank lowered his inspection camera on a flexible rod. The screen flickered to life. For ten feet, nothing but damp brickwork and the occasional root tendril. Then the shaft opened into a wider chamber—an old Victorian interception tank, long since decommissioned. And in the centre of the chamber, sitting on a pile of silt like a queen on a throne, was a porcelain doll. drain unblocking swindon

Back in his van, Frank sat for a long time, staring at the rain. Then he wrote a new entry in his battered notebook: Silence

Frank’s heart was doing a drum solo against his ribs. He’d seen rats the size of cats, fatbergs like ancient glaciers, and one memorable incident involving a badger and a U-bend. But a moving doll in a sewer? That was new. The screen flickered to life

Frank yanked the rod back so fast he nearly fell into the hole.