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The puzzle solved itself in Jake's head. The old Smestow Brook diversion fed this chamber. The steam engine—long dead—had once pumped water up to the canal wharves. But over 170 years, a natural spring had found its way into the lower sump. And the sump had become a trap.

"Right, Dave," Jake said, pulling on his neoprene gloves. "Fire up the CCTV crawler. We’re going in." drain company wolverhampton

The floor was breathing.

The phone kept ringing in the Severn Trent office. Blocked toilets, collapsed sewers, fatbergs. The ordinary filth of modern life. But whenever a new engineer asked Jake Mullins what the strangest job he'd ever done was, he would pour himself a coffee, look out at the rainy Wolverhampton streets, and say: The puzzle solved itself in Jake's head

Dave fed the tethered crawler—a camera on wheeled tracks—into the gully. The screen flickered to life. For the first ten metres, it was standard stuff: fractured clay pipes, a few hairline roots, a dead pigeon. But at fifteen metres, the tunnel opened up. But over 170 years, a natural spring had