Yorkshire Water | Blocked Drain

“It’s not your sink, Mr. Ellis,” Kev said, straightening up. “Your internal pipework’s fine. It’s the shared lateral drain. See that?” He pointed a thick finger into the hole. “The water’s backing up from the main sewer. There’s a fatberg.”

The rain over Otley had been relentless for a week, a typical West Yorkshire drizzly misery that seeped into the bones and turned the valley into a smear of green and grey. Arthur Ellis, a retired toolmaker who had lived in his stone terrace on Bridge Street for forty-two years, was not alarmed by the gurgle. Old houses gurgled. They sighed, they clanked, they groaned. That was the sound of age. yorkshire water blocked drain

At 3:47 AM, the water finally flowed. The manhole gave a final, wet belch, and then—silence. Sweet, clean, flowing silence. The surface of the water in the drain was smooth as glass. “It’s not your sink, Mr

Kev replaced the manhole cover and tested the kitchen sink at Arthur’s house. The water ran and vanished in three seconds. He looked at Arthur. “You’re clear.” It’s the shared lateral drain