“Foundations?” Rob scoffed as he read the letter from the council. “We don’t need no foundations.”

“It says here them planning regulations require them.”

“That lot. You remember that fairy tale job down in Kent, right Gaz?”

“Sure. That’s the one I wrenched me back out hauling cement up to two thousand feet for the battlements.”

“And I told you then that you should’ve used a helicopter. We didn’t need no foundations there though, did we? When my Dad started this business…”

“Oh not again Rob, I’ve heard this speech before.”

“It’s an important one! When my dad started this business with the dream of building castles in the sky…”

”...he didn’t even have any idea of how to hold them up, yet he managed to figure it out and here we are forty-six years later with pots of cash and a letter from the council telling us we can’t build the only kind of building we know how to build. Yes, I get the message. What are we going to do about it?”

“I know just the thing. Grab your spade. We’re going digging.”