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'A gaping silken dragon,/Puffed by the wind, suffices us for God./We, not the City, are the Empire's soul:/A rotten tree lives only in its rind.'

Tuesday, 16 October 2012

Mopping up...

The accident that led to the Carlists led, in turn, to some other undercoated but unfinished fellows. Only a few, and I managed to finish them off (excepting varnish and basing) tonight. So, here they are, the bhoys:

Odd how they never look right until the very last spot of paint and the flock.

Quickly, they make their get away.

Just in time. Peelers and Tans...

What price national independence these days, with most laws from the profoundly undemocratic and anti-national EU, binding international trade treaties, and the great octopus of globalised corporative shadow government. Neither the bhoys nor the RIC, nor the war damaged Auxis would have recognised any of that. What was/is it all about?

But now my Egremont Russets (right above) are ripe. Hooooray! Russets, bread, and Stilton. Aaaaah.


  1. Great gaming set up-I recognized some of these chaps from my vbcw armies.Russets looking delicious and I hope to have an Edrom Nursery catalogue arriving through the post early next week not to mention some revolting red sailors and a tank to sort them out...

    1. Edrom seems to be one of the finest Alpine nurseries in all Christendom, so lots of good catalogue peering ahead. I once did some Youth Hostelling with Woodcraft Folk kids in that area - pretty dreary place, so it's great to know they have a jewel like Edrom. Looking forward to seeing your Red sailors!

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    1. Ah, a man of taste! An ideal lunch would be: pint of something good like Adnams Broadside, or Bombardier, plus fresh bread, butter, a big wedge of the King of Cheeses, His Lordship Stilton (ha! to French so-called cheese), and some straight from the tree Russets. Bliss! God Save England, its food and drink!