So we we almost had it on it's plinth, when some poncy arty-farty burd pulls up and says to my Bert;
"I remember long sublime walks in the Welsh mountains with my father, when suddenly a fighter plane would rip through the sky, and shatter everything. It was so exciting, loud and overwhelming; it would literally take our breath away. The sound would arrive from nowhere, all you would see was a shadow and then the plane was gone."
but by the time we'd figgered-out WTF she was on about, Bert had lost it.......