the wife used to bell ring.
Go into the bell tower, pull the rope(s) like f*** and let go, you must let go as you will end up in the bell tower with a bell end (ha ha ha) .
anyway, that should send the rope up and wrap around the wheel, if not, grease the furry pull thingy, she did tell me the name, or cut the ropes.
then book your place with the devil
you could exploit your appreciating asset and move. Come and live in cheshire where the market starts at 5.30 am and farmers leave their tractors just out of sight of sight on your favourite bend
yours impailed on a tractor.