Telford - Blocked Drains

For Bill, the thought of digging up his prize-winning rose garden was a tragedy. But Dai offered a solution: trenchless pipe relining. A resin-saturated liner was inserted into the old clay pipe, inflated, and cured into a new, smooth, joint-less pipe inside the old one. The roses were saved.

The cure was high-pressure water jetting—a lance that blasted the pipe clean with water at over 3,000 PSI. Sarah learned a valuable lesson: the bin is for fats, not the sink.

“Clay pipes are like a magnet for tree roots,” Dai said. “The joints shrink over time, leaving a tiny gap. A root finds that gap, follows the moisture and oxygen into the pipe, and then it branches out. You can jet them out, but they grow back. The real fix is a structural repair—either a patch liner or digging up the old pipe and replacing it with modern plastic.” blocked drains telford

Sarah’s problem was a classic modern issue. The gurgle became a complete standstill. Water sat in the sink, refusing to budge. She tried a plunger, then a bottle of thick, caustic gel from the supermarket. It cleared the water for a day, but the smell—a rotten, eggy odour—only grew worse. When she called a local Telford drainage company, the technician, a veteran named Dai, arrived with a camera on the end of a flexible rod.

“Ah,” Dai said, pointing at the monitor. “The classic ‘FOG’ clog.” For Bill, the thought of digging up his

“FOG?” Sarah asked, peering at the screen. The pipe wasn’t blocked by a toy or a lost ring. It was clogged with a pale, stalactite-like mass.

It started, as these things often do, with a simple, overlooked sign. For Sarah, a young professional living in a modern apartment near Telford Town Centre, it was the faint, gurgling whisper from the kitchen sink each time she emptied the pasta water. For retired engineer Bill, in his Dawley cottage, it was the slow, reluctant drain of the bathwater, leaving a gritty ring around the tub. For the manager of "The Ironbridge Spoon," a busy gastropub overlooking the gorge, it was the foul, earthy smell wafting up from the cellar floor drain just as the Sunday lunch rush began. The roses were saved

“Fats, Oils, and Grease,” Dai explained. “When you pour bacon fat down the sink or rinse a pan with oil, it’s liquid when hot. But as soon as it hits the cold pipe under your kitchen, it solidifies. Over months, it builds up like concrete. It catches food scraps, coffee grounds, and eventually, you get this.”