Yes, a spacecraft box. There is a new communications satellite to go into geostationary orbit (for people like Sky) being launched next year, and the box is a bit special, and a bit big. If it were ever to go outside my double fronted Victorian house, the top of the box would be half way up the upstairs windows and it would be longer than the entire frontage. The box has air conditioning, insulation, 20 electric motors to do 'things', and needs to be moved with its own generators. The spacecraft is very valuable. Don't know the exact figure, but £100 million seems about the right order, and it'll pay for itself in 2 years. The company making the spacecraft hopes to make 300 odd over the next 15-20 years, and they will all be moved in the box.
I also designed the transport container for the ill-fated Beagle 2 Mars lander to take it from the UK to the launch site in Kazakhstan. We were all so disappointed that the Beagle went 'thud' on arrival, it had been a huge team effort.
Is there anything I can't turn my hand to? Yes; many, many, many things. Poetry is one ('Sheep crawled across the hillside like maggots on a carcase' was on line that had my English teacher up in arms when I was at school) , gardening is another (I have black thumbs, not green, everything I try to look after dies, everything I ignore thrives) and medical stuff - I'm too squeamish to watch medical dramas like 'Holby' or 'ER'. The rest - I'll keep quiet about.
Anyway, thankee all for the comments on the stitching.
Regards,
Richard.