A Week Later
At last the week at work was finally over and I could get back to the pond and play.
The drive over the moors from Yorkshire was always enjoyable, but never filled with so much anticipation as while trying to clear out this pond. After the
M62 multi lane highway leaves the busy outskirts of Manchester, the much quieter A49 starts to wind it's way through Cheshire and a landscape dominated by dairy farming. As the twisting road gently rises and falls on it's way to Shropshire, time seems to slow down, the hectic pace of the last few days is soon forgotten and thoughts return to how the siphon had got on. I could have increased my speed a little to arrive a few minutes earlier, but that wouldn't make any difference to the water level in the pond. The siphon had either worked or it hadn't, simple as that. If it hadn't worked, well there was still plenty of time for another try if need be.
I need eye glasses to drive, but I certainly did not need glasses to see that the pond had changed. The excess water over the normal summer level had gone and bare ground was starting to appear part way down the bankside. Shallows to the side of the sump looked more like an estuary at the turn of the tide than a farm pond.
Various wildlife had been to visit the emerging shoreline and see what was going on. All had left little prints behind in the mud, with the badgers sinking in the deepest.
Before I left the previous week I had pushed in a measuring stick, intending to take before and after pictures. This is how it looked after just over a week of draining.
The original level is not easy to see on the white and orange stick. If you look to the far bank, you can see how far the level had dropped by the weed left hanging on the bushes that were previously skimming the surface of the water.
Over the next couple of days, I had nothing much do, apart from cleaning the filters. The chicken netting filter on the sump had done a great job.
I had another length of pipe ready go further down the hill and so increase the flow rate, then the "
If it ain't broke don't fix it" mentality kicked in. This time I wasn't quite so apprehensive as I left it to continue at it's steady pace for another week.