Is this my front door?

Preliminary results, from the Chronosphere viewer, have already thrown some light on the mysterious events of last Thursday when Riddled Hall was relocated from Cockstranglers Lane to reappear alongside The Old Entomologist on the edge of Denley Moor.
It seems that the large hands in the sky may be connected with the unscheduled and surprising movement of the 600 year old building that may well be the setting for Wm. Shakespeare's most enigmatic sonnet. "That fecking building takes all the fecking light. Anon, anon, sir" 
Large buildings abruptly changing location are, of course, not uncommon in New Zild where climatic extremes combined with building codes that were the pride of Cairo in 1847 before being gifted to the fledgling nation by a prematurely grateful Egypt, have conspired to give a sprightly air of impermanence to much of our architecture.
But this leaves us none the wiser in our search for a reason for the manifestation and the identity of the hands may be the only fruitful line of inquiry. Sadly the Chronoscope is booked up for the next two weeks as the landmark publication "Hot Bods Through History" by the Staff, is underway.