Have given this a great deal of thought and decided not to contribute to any further Threads for the time being.
Not as good as the now sadly departed and completely barking Xylophone Man.Nottingham has not been the same since.
Hahahahahahhahahahahahah.....I go by many names...some call me Zoiders...the people of the tundra call me phil...others...Anyway.The Xylophone chap lived in a large house in Rud IIRC and he was actually quite a rich man, used to have his own building company or something before he made friends with the goblins and pixies.
The supporting ropes disappear out of the picture but you can see them, under tension, at each corner of the frame.