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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.'

Thursday, 22 August 2013


... of the Old Brigade.

It's been a slow week here at Hobbit Hovel, but, at last, my garrison regiment is ready. Old boys, the halt and the lame, but doing vital, if unglamorous guard duties - barracks, towns, water supplies, rail lines, depots, harbours and rivers. Here we see old Major Vlasov doing the rounds with a patrol:

While, earlier a company of the old lags had turned out for rifle inspection:

It won't be long now, and I'll have enough 42s together for a border skirmish...

Although it is warm tonight here in West Mercia, one can sense that the year has begun to turn. But there is plenty to be harvested, and, in the garden, this late flowering variety of clematis - 'Princess Kate':


  1. Stout fellows indeed and beautiful Clematis.
    i look forward to the coming border skirmish...

    1. Just one more regiment to paint up, so perhaps a few weeks to go.

  2. They look great. You have captured that classical toy soldier look perfectly, even down to the high gloss varnish. Lovely.

    1. My thanks, kind sir. There's something about the old school...

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    1. Yes, perhaps a bit too smart for guard duty, but, then, old Vlaslov's a stickler.