F or the almost 20 years that she lived in Mexico, one of my late mother's Irish friends frequently mentioned having a "No Day." A day with no social obligations, chores, tasks, or other work that interfered with whatever personal interests took one's fancy on the day in question. Since today -- a gray and chilly Saturday -- is Mom's birthday, the Grand Duchess is out with friends, and the Young Master is ensconced on the sofa in the TV room with a cold, yours truly is taking his own such No Day. I think Mom would approve of my decision to make the world go away, as the old Eddie Arnold song intoned, even if only for a little while. So, I will spend Saturday afternoon focused on that first squadron and small regimental staff of Eureka Saxon cuirassiers. These have stood waiting untouched over on the painting table for almost three weeks while we skied and otherwise gadded about with snowy, winter outdoor activities. I hope to share a painting update Sunday...
The end of Move Six saw a brief cavalry melee between Stollen's red-coated 4th Dragoons and Zichenau's blue-coated Grenadiere zu Pferd on the eastern side of Pickelhaubewicz. Oddly, the latter lost one figure and had to withdraw 12" back down the road they had originally come into town on, to the south of the village.
Stollen's dragoons, on the other hand, retired 12" to their previous position, a hilltop just to the east of Pickelhaubewicz.
Nevertheless, Pickelhaubewicz remains firmly in the hands of Major von Hirschbiegel's Irish grenzers. Stollen's even more dour than usual Colonel von Grundig certainly has his work cut out for him!
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...the Zichenaurs probably support the Stuarts or some other such nonsense, damn their eyes.
Tell us Stokes...how does it feel now that the tabletop action has taken place?
Are you champing at the bit for more?
Huzzah!
Looks like a great staging of the game!