I took part in a Black Powder mini-competition a month or so back at Call to Arms, the annual convention of the venerable Wellington Warlords club. We had five games over two days using a point system devised by a couple of the competition organisers. I decided to take a Spanish Army but had to settle for Spanish with a brigade of British supports because I did not have enough Spaniards painted. I didn’t get too badly whomped (2 losing draws, one winning draw, one hiding and one win).
What I decided though was that I needed more good Spanish infantry. So this last week I painted and based a battalion of Walloon Guards. These are my usual Elite Miniatures from Nathan at Elite Miniatures Australia. Getting these from Nathan is a no-brainer for me. He is a great guy to deal with and the AUD and NZD almost have parity.
I am pretty happy these guys turned out seeing as they are my second unit in three years. I mean, close up they are alright but they look cracker from Wargames Distance. I also painted most of these guys while away last week for work and when I am away I am now staying in my camper trailer. Internal lighting is OK as I have three 24v LED strip lights that provide good overall illumination but not great for fiddly work like miniature painting – but I am working on that. A 2400 lumen work lamp (solar or usb charged) is on it’s way so should not be a problem much longer.
The flags I just used images off the internet of Spanish flags and resized. After I did this I found an envelope of flags, including some I was sent many years ago by Lawrence from This Life in Lead blog. Among those were two Ramos fabric flags for the Walloon Guards. Oh well – that is life’s way of telling me to paint another battalion of Walloons. I am still missing finials and cords – will order some soon as I have about six battalions in need of them. I had heaps but ran out – well – about four years ago.
EDIT – I forgot to add that the standard bearers are Front Rank figures. I am pretty sure that Lawrence gave me them as well. Thanks Lawrence.
And yes, the chickens came up to see what I was doing and one tried to peck my miniatures. Vicious little bastards are chickens.
Elite only make two poses for the Spanish light infantry in bicornes. A kneeling firing and a standing loading pose. So I added a regular Spanish officer and a couple of drummers (one of which is in a shako).
Greeting loyal readers and fellow maremmas. As you all know, We live in the very sunny Mangamahu valley – a very long way from town. Therefore, We are not on town sewage. We have a septic tank to deal with our waste water. Today a large truck appeared in our driveway. It would appear that our septic tank needed to be emptied. So, how did mummy and daddy know this. Well, it was the appearance of smelly water on our lawn that made them think maybe the tank needed emptying and the fact that we have been living here for 8 years and have never emptied the tank. Two very good clues one would assume.
So, daddy and the man from Allens Spetic Tank Cleaning service spent a joyful couple of hours, finding the lid to the septic tank, digging it out, lifting…
Yes, I am actually still alive. I have done no painting or modelling all year. But I have not been totally idle. Well, actually I have been bone idle but that is another story.
I have been bitten by a nostalgia bug and have started playing DnD 5e. Not exactly how I remember DnD from the early 80s but I am enjoying my foray into this game. I am running a small game set in the Primeval Thule setting by Sasquatch Games.
My game is set in the city of Quodeth. I have the city map but I found it a bit hard to read so I made some alterations to it. I used PAINT.net to add a layer for the labels and another for the buildings.
I have always loved the saccharine sweet Lili Marlene in almost any language I have heard it sung. I have copies in German, Hungarian, Russian, French, Italian, Spanish and of course, English. The song was parodied during the war by Allied servicemen in Italy who took exception to a supposed comment by Lady Astor that those serving in the Italian campaign were ‘D-Day Dodgers’ – having an easy time away from the real fighting in France. The bitterness in the lyrics is still there after all this time. My father served in Italy and he loves this song. When I hear it I picture the young man he was then.
I think that it is highly unlikely she ever said it and she herself denied it and there is no documentary proof of such an utterance. However, the supposed slight was the genesis of a great ballad. One that my…
While I have been doing no painting recently, have gotten a few games in here and there. Some pictures from a Western skirmish game. Six teams of four. Each group had their objectives. Won by the Pinkertons who defended the bank against Mexican bandidos. The other teams didn’t really achieve much apart from turning on each other. Rules used were The Rules with No Name.
Our water tank. It is filled from water coming off the woolshed and yard roof.
Greeting loyal readers and fellow maremmas. Now as you all know We live in the countryside. As the locals would say, We live in the “wop wops“. Far, far away from any city amenities, such as water. We rely upon a combination of tank and bore water for our water needs. A 30,000l tank supplies the house with water for everything expect the toilets and outside taps, which come from the bore. The bore also supplies the household needs of two of our neighbours, as well as a number of stock troughs. Over the last week it was apparent that there was a problem with bore water supply. So it was D.I.Y Daddy to the rescue.
Firstly, the suspected leak had to be located. Our property has been in existence for over 150…
Greeting loyal readers and fellow maremmas. Now as you all know it is supposed to be summer here in sunny New Zealand, therefore, hot, sunny and warm. But for some reason this summer seems to have other ideas. Today a weather bomb passed over the country with 154 km (95 miles) winds blowing through Wellington. Accompanied by torrential rain. It certainly was windy here and this morning when mummy went out to feed those pesky chicken she saw a big branch blown off a tree in the paddock.
Daddy looking at the branch.
So sometime this week, daddy with the assistance from Farmer Rae will be cutting down the branch. Yeah more free fire wood.
Off We go. We have heard mention of visitors coming this weekend. As loyal readers know Me and Nellie love having guests to stay. More people to give Us the love…