A group of the Grand Duke's cronies, enjoying social intercourse at the Brummen und Zummen. Strangely, there are no dinner rolls standing in as cricket balls in sight!
Ha! I just made a small order for some Foundery and Front Fank barrels, gabions, crates, trunks, sacks, and other paraphernalia with which to enliven my planned pioneer/sapper/miner/pontoonier vignettes. With any luck at all, those things should be here in a week or, right about the time I wrap up the musicians, dogs, and so forth. Now, if we are able to finish supper in enough time this evening, and I can get the Young Mast into bed without any unforeseen difficulties (ok, tantrums), I might be able to steal away back down here to Zum Stollenkeller for another round of painting and some much needed quiet time to myself. Cross your fingers!