Once could telephone the Expeditions Department at Selfridges, that little bit better than Harrods’ when it came to the quality of its Kendal Mint Cake, and order anything one wanted. Where they were going, ropes were in order: unthinkable ropes thirteen miles long, carried in a special device slung over the backs of three great beasts. They requested four ropes, and twelve beasts, in all.
No boat could hold the beasts; they rescued a rusting hulk from the old armada and strengthened it with tempered steel.
No sea could hold the boat; they stayed ashore and dreamt of deep things.