You could make a film about it—something like Raiders of the Lost Palace set in the Scottish Borders. People from all over the world came and got down on their knees to search through the dirt.
Bordaloo
Couldn't escape if I wanted to
Bordaloo
Knowing my fate is to be with you
Bo-Bo-Bo-Bo-Bordaloo
Finally facing my Bordaloo
I thought about going over while the archaeologists were there, but when the local dowser saw I was interested, he looked genuinely afraid, almost as if he was worried about social cleansing. In the end, I decided it was better not to go.