This is a nice bit of scenery from 'Hovels' that has been sitting around in this black undercoated state since April. I don't what it is about it, but every time I put it on the painting table, I lose heart. I've painted up the two, very nice northern European gabled houses that I was given at the same time, but this stable... black, black... a bit like Churchill's black dog, in resin form.
So instead of actually doing something this evening, I broke into two of the Minitanks boxes and took out:
the Stug III, and the
Mobelwagen. The Stug is the better realised of the two models, but I am taken by the look and feel of these small vehicles - quite taken with them.
If you are in the UK, you might have seen the initial reports regarding our ten yearly national census - the 2011 one. The stunningly rapid changes that England, in particular, has had to contend with in the last couple of decades show no signs of abating. Most interesting is the finding that, in 2011, the 'White British' (that's a standard classification here, though I prefer being able to self-describe) now form the minority (at 45%) of the nearly 8,500,000 people who live in London, the capital of the UK, and, still, the capital of England (although I would prefer Winchester or York). I doubt if many people, English or from any other group, think other than this is the future for the whole country. It may be a good thing, it may be a bad thing, it may be not much at all, but, to paraphrase Christopher Caldwell's question, in his book Reflections on the Revolution in Europe, 'can England be the same with different people in it?', I think the answer is, probably, no. Depressingly, there are, as some Israelis are wont to say, 'facts on the ground'. But there is G K Chesterton's quip that 'whoever says you can't turn the clock back doesn't know much about clocks', yet there is the history of Austria-Hungary, and the fact that there is a great deal of space in the USA but very little in England. As for London, that strange 'other England' from that which many English people live in, one could imagine, I suppose, a sort of Napoleon of Notting Hill scenario - but even that ended in tears.