We moved into our bungalow in a village in rural Lincolnshire in March this year; only about 4 days before the Covid lockdown. A lovely area, but very flat and quite a contrast from East Cornwall and West Devon.
Another difference from our previous house is that the area is without mains drainage. We then found that our septic tank had been modified to pump its untreated discharge into a nearby watercourse. Which, as well as being illegal, was not endearing us to our neighbours living near the ditch. So, the septic tank had to be replaced with a new modern domestic aerobic treatment plant and the neighbour-friendly treated discharge was to be sent to the ‘communal pipe’ which almost all of our immediate neighbours were connected to. Or so we believed.
Despite the changeable weather and unexpected rainstorm, we had few hiccups and things went reasonably well; certainly as well as you might expect, burying something resembling a mini submarine in the back garden.
The surprising problem which delayed us and took up a whole morning was in locating the ‘communal pipe’ which we planned to connect with.
The pipe had reputedly been installed around 30 years ago by the local drainage board and was thought to be about 5 feet below ground and about 6 or so feet into the farmer’s field at the rear of our garden……………………To continue reading click here
I found that particularly fascinating because we have had similar problems. We moved here 2 years ago. There is an area where 3 septic tanks reign in splendour down the garden.. ours and those of 2 neighbours.
I was immediately put to work dowsing the soakaway pipes. Then it turned out that our neighbour across the road had a similar system, but his soakaway pipe was broken, and his man-hole cover ( on our land|) revealed things we won’t go into here.. in fact he was discharging raw sewage into our garden, which was covered by loads of old bits of tin and other rubbish. We think he had some kind of agreement with the previous owner of our cottage in that it would have been unsaleable had potential buyers known about it. He has had to install a new system in his own land costing a lot of money, and he now refuses to speak to us. I am inspired by your story.. when my dowsing skills have improved ( rather a lot) I will work on deviceless too. Best wishes.
I enjoyed this story Gwynn, thank you.
I too tried deviceless dowsing when I found myself without rods or pendulum after walking a mile across a park to explore a medieval chapel. I had tried the sticky finger tip against the thumb and tingling methods previously without success. I remembered reading somewhere that you could use your arm as a pendulum so I set off across the chapel swinging my arm and, bingo, it worked a treat. It has since become my favourite dowsing tool as it’s quick, discrete and doesn’t require you to remember to take appropriate dowsing tools with you. Like a pendulum I get “direction and follow” instructions as well as “found” indications