Phew, pong whiffy.
The new soak pit is open, and accepting 'donations' from the septic tank. It's open overnight so they can check it doesn't do the same again. The problem is essentially clay about 18 inches down... and we've had a lot of rain. There are some down sides to living and building on flat land.
Tomorrow I need to make Guinness ice-cream.
It's late, I'm tired. We're very pleased about Clare's results, and now it is time for bed.