Sunday, 9 April 2023

Getting stoned in the garden

Welcome to issue number 73 in my continuing contentious blog post title series. I am sorry to keep having to resort to such crassness but the numbers don’t lie, (except when I’m your accountant that is), the most viewed post I ever did on my old blog, by a country mile, was the innocently titled « check out my junk » for some reason I’ve yet to discover.

Anywhoo, I’ve been putting in the hard yards over here in more ways than one just lately. AWI orders from Pendraken have been rolling in during the last couple of weeks and I’ve been painting as fast as my little brushes will allow. There’s now a sizeable backlog to work through but I’ve been getting my gaming fix via zoom so a lot of the usual distractions are being avoided. 

Speaking of zoom; what a delight. I’d recommend anyone that has the ability to take part to try it out. It’s been lovely for an old hermit like me to put the faces to names of people who’ve been commenting on here or the old blog for years. 

I’ll deal with the stoned bit in a mo but here’s a snapshot of some slightly out of focus miniatures progress.

Two regiments of 10mm AWI British infantry with a joint battalion of Grenadiers and Light bobs in the background.

Same troops, different angle.

First of the tax dodgers. The 2nd New Hampshire Continentals or as Stew thoughtfully corrected me, the Way Coolers.

God knows I’ve enough painting to do on my own gaff, without this load of real estate turning up from battle scale. 

Fortified positions for the forthcoming artillery and a white thingamabob which may or not be the USS Newton NCC 1727.

What? Oh the stoned thing. Yeah well the slightly less catchy blog title should really have been « getting some stones out of the garden » but I never let the facts get in the way of a good headline if I can help it. You see there was an old pig pen and yard that needed clearing from the back garden.  Didn’t realise when I started with my wheel barrow that the pile of stone was three metres high, three metres wide and four metres long.

Where’s a guy with a JCB when you need one?

So several prospective hernias later I’m nearly done, as you can see. Should have finished it off today but I went all 17th century on the Current Mrs Broom, and shouted « Woman, I labour not on ye sabbath! ». 

Wonder why my tea tastes funny?

Have a great Easter / Pâques everyone.