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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, 10 July 2014


... fugit.

Time waits for no man; time and tide etc etc...

A bit of nostalgia for me when, finding myself in the loft again (this time it was camping gear I was after), I came across these:

Three A4 pages of hand-written rules, illustrated by my then 7 year old son. Based on Featherstone's principles, these rules introduced my son to the idea of war gaming in a sensible (?) way. He progressed to other gaming (see here), but this is where he started, with 15mm ACW.
On other fronts, my allotment plot is beginning to look as it should:

From left to right, Jerusalem artichokes, borage, English marigolds (and a few Frenchies), nasturtium backed by rows of broad beans; further back a couple of golden raspberry bushes, and potatoes. And, out of camera sight, runner beans, dwarf French beans, courgettes, brambles, apples ... Aaah. Growth of the soil.


  1. Impressive allotment, nice to have nasturtiums in there as well.

    1. My thanks! I don't how things are doing in Somerset, but it's going reasonably well here in Warwickshire, although I'm beginning to feel that a good few nights' worth of rain would be welcome. The nasturtiums are companions for the broad beans, the theory being that the black fly go for the nasturtiums not the beans. Er... in fact, they go for the beans, not the nasturtiums!