This morning, this happened...
This cleared any blockage at the end of the pipe, but revealed that the percolation of grey water was sub-optimal.
So the hole was extended beyond the current soakaway...
and a new soakaway pit was dug.
Fortunately, Tense TV was live at the scene to witness the rough and the smooth of hydraulic excavation power.
When Our Lass arrived home from work, she was a bit shocked. That was until her inner geologist kicked in, as bedding planes and strata were pondered over.
If that has all been too stressful for you, here's some lovely pea flowers, growing with Fumitory accompaniment, and a Common Marbled Carpet moth (possibly).
For the avoidance of doubt, most of my day was spent indoors, watching our untidily-worded garden transform into an anagram of itself.