Funny the way people will keep building on springs, isn't it? Despite the locals who draw their attention to the problems. There was a school built in Folkestone on one, and they kept on having to re-lay the concrete floor. I don't know what happened in the end, but it is a very folk-story sort of situation, like all those churches the Devil used to make fall down in the night. And the piers for the Round Hill Tunnel above Holy Well, well, I always go by the old road between Folkestone and Dover. Nearly wrote Filkestone. That would make it science fiction, wouldn't it. The locals in this case were spoken to nicely by the engineers in suits when the politicians were there, but treated like ignorant peasants in their absence. This of course was all MT's doing (see above). She absolutely had to ruin that site.