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!
PS the tantrum phase passes, I have three daughters so have observed this, the teenage years promise a whole new parental terror...