What passes for the sun being up in Scotland as we approach the Solstice
A Post for a Slack Morning
My two-month wrangle with the banks was suddenly over yesterday – everything seems to be running smoothly. I won. The garden is finally straightened up for the Winter (with sincere thanks to Dod the Gartenmeister), a brief drama connected with my son’s school exams appears to have sorted itself out, I’ve sent a shipment of soldiers away to be painted, I’ve extracted myself from a musical project which was starting to do my head in, and it’s another beautiful morning.
Unnaturally beautiful, in fact. While the rest of the
UK has had
dreadful problems with heavy rain and flooding, we somehow managed to have the
wind veer to the North, so that – for the moment at least – it is clear and
cold and vaguely Scandinavian here. While I was sauntering around, having my
breakfast (a strange eating ritual I perfected when I still had commuter trains
to catch), I was watching the sun come up. I munched my toast and strawberry
jam (Bonne Maman – very good), and a single
aeroplane vapour trail, many miles away, was eastbound, immediately above the
sun in the visible sky. It was lit up a wonderful, pinkish gold. I wondered where the plane was going – probably Amsterdam – and whether this was a good
sample of that mysterious Napoleonic uniform colour, aurore.
A second cup of coffee, nothing particular to do this morning – hmmm. This could be how people who can relax feel on a good day.
My Liebster nominations appear to have incommoded as many people as they pleased, so I’ll pass swiftly on from that [Got it wrong again, Dad]. My enthusiasm for another rant against the banks is fairly low this morning, so a good, safe-ground post might be some photos of soldiers – yes – good idea.
I wrote recently that I have re-organised my French army so that it is now two French armies, and there was mention of some pictures in due course. If anyone is following my campaign (and sometimes I’m not sure whether I am), please note that these two armies are not quite the same as the line-up for the campaign. The structure is similar, but this is a more long-term establishment thing – the campaign armies are spread all over
Spain to meet the week-to-week requirements of the unpleasantness
Here’s the whole lot, from 2 directions - you may notice the little "battalion" of skirmish-order tirailleurs at the front of each brigade...
Armée du Centre – 3 infantry divisions plus cavalry – mostly
Confederation, Spanish & Italians
Armée de Portugal – 3 infantry divisions plus cavalry
The Engineers, Reserve & Garrison Artillery and Odd-Bods
It’s considered good form to ask the Emperor to do his
special Charles Aznavour medley, with the band
Some more general pictures...