Napoleonic & ECW wargaming, with a load of old Hooptedoodle on this & that
Tuesday, 24 March 2020
WSS - Another Two Battalions Ready
I was going to arrange a group photo of all the Bavarians I have ready for action, but decided against it - I'll get to that another time - the gaps still irritate me! For a while I was sorting out the boxes, crawling around on the attic floor in a way that I would have found extremely natural when I was eleven or thereabout - the knees must be in better shape than I thought!
When I do the Bavarian group picture, maybe the attic floor would be a good setting - shades of HG Wells, too.
For the Bavarians, I have now completed the following:
IR D'Octfort
IR Tattenbach
Leibregt (2 Bns)
IR Spilberg
IR Haxthausen (2 Bns)
IR Maffei
IR Luetzelburg
Monasterol Dragoons
Arco Cuirassiers
Weichel Cuirassiers
4 guns & crews
I have to complete refurbishment of:
IR Kurprinz (2 Bns)
IR Bettendorf (2 Bns)
Garde Karabinere
Santini Dragoons
And I have yet to start:
Leibregt Grenadier Bn
Boismorel Grenadiers
All the General Staff
Set out like that, somehow it looks like progress is being made!
I think I have made something of a decision this morning - I may change my mind, of course! While sorting through the various units in the WSS boxes, I got confused a couple of times by the fact that the Bavarian and Austrian cavalry look very similar. The units are all fitted with 5mm dice frames, to carry status scores in my new rules. They have white dice fitted at present, but I also have red and blue mini-dice of the same size, so I think I'll issue the Bavarians with blue dice, to avoid any embarrassing mistakes! Stryker can tell you about such mistakes.
Sunday, 22 March 2020
WSS - A Trickle of Bavarians
Up early this morning - I went for a walk down to the beach, when it would be quiet, I reckoned. Quiet? - deserted is more like it. Haven't seen the place as quiet as this since the Foot & Mouth epidemic of 2001, when the farm was closed to the public.
I made good progress yesterday with finishing some odds and ends for the WSS project (a gun that never got varnished, a few colonels who have now been painted and can join their regiments - stuff like that), then I put about 8 battalions-worth of Austrian Foot into (appropriately) the foot-bath, to soak off the old bases and clean them up, and set to work to refurbish 2 more of the Bavarian battalions. Nothing arduous, just gently working away at them, drinking plenty of coffee and water and listening to Dominic Miller. The Austrians can chill out for a couple days.
These old troops are Les Higgins figures, from Eric Knowles' old collection - they will not take a huge amount of work to get ready to fight, but there are a lot of them, and refurbishment is always subject to creeping scope, as I have discussed many times before - when you start with the brushes, you suddenly decide that there's more to do than you planned for. Eric's WSS Bavarians were in pretty good shape, considering they must have been painted in the 1970s. My work, apart from freshening the paint, is to change the organisation (I use rather smaller units, apply nice, toy-soldier gloss varnish and rebase). Eric's army shows obvious evidence of having used CS Grant's From Pike to Shot as his prime source, and he has faithfully reproduced the odd howler and spelling mistake! Many of the glitches in CSG's book look like transcription errors - someone in the reference chain misread someone else's handwriting, or (as I do) had problems with German print.
Eric's Austrians are a bit further from what I have in mind for them, since he appears to have aimed at a sort of middle-ground army that would sort of fit the WAS, and the uniforms are a bit wild in places. All shaping up - I have a plan! In the short term, the clock will be frozen at 1703-4, and Bavaria and the Empire will fight an extended and little-known campaign against each other. With luck, some Dutch, British and French troops should join them in due course.
Yesterday's Bavarians were a single battalion each for the regiments Maffei and Lutzelburg - I am always intrigued by the Maffei name - it is often mistakenly written as Mappei, or various other variants. It doesn't look like a German name, and I wondered how it should be pronounced. I did a bit of Googling, and it turns out that the regiment was founded by General Alessandro Scipione, Marchese de Maffei, who was a native of Verona, though a commander in the Bavarian army. So it's not a German name (which I guess would be pronounced "maff-eye", with the accent on the first syllable) but an Italian name (which, again, I guess would be pronounced as "maff-ay-ee" with the accent on the second of three implied syllables). Lord knows what his soldiers called him. What is really rather odd is that the family was originally German, and Maffei was an Italianisation of the German Matthaeus. This is a recurrent theme in Bavarian military history, I think - I was surprised how many of the Bavarian generals and regimental colonels in Napoleonic times were from Italian families.
In the unlikely event that you might wish to check out the Marchese, you will find that his presence on the Internet is pretty much swamped by his brother Francesco Scipione, who was a famous scholar, writer and art-critic.
That's quite enough about that. Here's a bit of Dominic Miller - an echo of my painting session yesterday.
| The farm company have fixed the road up from the beach, past the old ruin of Adam Otterburn's Auldhame Tower - peaceful up there |
I made good progress yesterday with finishing some odds and ends for the WSS project (a gun that never got varnished, a few colonels who have now been painted and can join their regiments - stuff like that), then I put about 8 battalions-worth of Austrian Foot into (appropriately) the foot-bath, to soak off the old bases and clean them up, and set to work to refurbish 2 more of the Bavarian battalions. Nothing arduous, just gently working away at them, drinking plenty of coffee and water and listening to Dominic Miller. The Austrians can chill out for a couple days.
These old troops are Les Higgins figures, from Eric Knowles' old collection - they will not take a huge amount of work to get ready to fight, but there are a lot of them, and refurbishment is always subject to creeping scope, as I have discussed many times before - when you start with the brushes, you suddenly decide that there's more to do than you planned for. Eric's WSS Bavarians were in pretty good shape, considering they must have been painted in the 1970s. My work, apart from freshening the paint, is to change the organisation (I use rather smaller units, apply nice, toy-soldier gloss varnish and rebase). Eric's army shows obvious evidence of having used CS Grant's From Pike to Shot as his prime source, and he has faithfully reproduced the odd howler and spelling mistake! Many of the glitches in CSG's book look like transcription errors - someone in the reference chain misread someone else's handwriting, or (as I do) had problems with German print.
Eric's Austrians are a bit further from what I have in mind for them, since he appears to have aimed at a sort of middle-ground army that would sort of fit the WAS, and the uniforms are a bit wild in places. All shaping up - I have a plan! In the short term, the clock will be frozen at 1703-4, and Bavaria and the Empire will fight an extended and little-known campaign against each other. With luck, some Dutch, British and French troops should join them in due course.
| Maffei at the far end (with the yellow ochre regimentals) and Lutzelburg at this end (dark red). Now then - do I really need to freshen up the white trim round the hats? I guess I'd better, eh? |
In the unlikely event that you might wish to check out the Marchese, you will find that his presence on the Internet is pretty much swamped by his brother Francesco Scipione, who was a famous scholar, writer and art-critic.
That's quite enough about that. Here's a bit of Dominic Miller - an echo of my painting session yesterday.
Friday, 20 March 2020
Preparations for the Lock Down
We await further announcements and restrictions at any moment - at present there is a feeling of "Phoney War" here, which in itself is ominous. This is a very rural area, and things are pretty much unaffected so far, apart from the pubs and the cafes being shut down, and the schools. There is a great shortage of groceries, of course, and I am now not allowed to visit my mother in the local care home.
So far this week I have cancelled a visit to the dental hygienist and the chiropractor, but I did go for what could be my last ever haircut!
Since I am an old chap, and my youngest son is still at school (until tonight, I think - he attends a school across the border, in Northumberland, otherwise he would already have been at home for a week), I am required to self-isolate. Interesting - we are not yet under full plague conditions, but it seems only a matter of time until such isolation will be a matter of legislation. Whatever, we decided we should have a go at this - at worst I should develop a few good habits, and see what it involves. I have moved into the attic here at Chateau Foy - there is a decent bedroom, and another room, officially titled the Dressing Room, which will serve me as a working and reading area - I have now installed a proper writing desk up there, for working and soldier-painting. I may have a lot of time on my hands, so I'll shift my activities upstairs as far as possible - let's see how this develops.
The desk is not much of a beauty, but it's solid, has a good working surface and plenty of storage for my paints and knick-knacks. It's carved oak, and I understand it dates from the 1930s.
Last night I watched one of my French DVDs up here - I've seen it before, but it's a goody. L'Homme du Train, starring Jean Rochefort and Johnny Hallyday. The film is supposed to be wryly comedic, I think, but its dominant theme seems to be failure, and the complicated pointlessness of life in general. Recommended for all that. One thing that seemed very odd - and it shows what a deep impression the COVID-19 publicity has made - was all the embracing and hand-shaking that goes on in the film - I kept thinking, "That's not a very good idea...", and then I would give myself a gentle slap (having washed my hands first, of course).
Anyway, I enjoyed it - thought-provoking.
I've received my WSS mounted colonels back from a re-paint after the varnish went horribly wrong last time, and they look very good, so I'll get them finished off and they can join their regiments - that will give me a first painting task for the new station up here in the roof!
A strange time. An exchange of emails with a friend produced some dark thoughts, wondering which of our friends and contemporaries might not make it through what is to come, but I prefer not to dwell on that. Things in the cities must be far worse, of course. Unusually, two apparent suicides near here yesterday - someone walked under a train at Prestonpans, and an Edinburgh restaurateur has gone missing - he may have jumped off the cliffs into the sea here - the Police are looking for him. That does bring it home - a lot of people must be in a desperate situation.
I can only wish everyone all the best, and hope that the situation becomes clearer. One thing I really don't know, for example, is how long it takes for an unknown package to cease being potentially infectious. I read somewhere that the virus in water droplets will only live for 12 hours without a new host, but I have no idea whether that is true. My parcel of WSS officers arrived this morning - I had a feeling I should leave it for a day before I opened it - in the end I opened it and washed my hands thoroughly, binning the packaging.
That's the sort of thing that would be helpful to know. If we don't get official information, the dreaded social media will come up with something more exciting - recent scares about the potentially lethal hazards of ibuprofen were fake news, apparently. There's a good opportunity for people to behave sensibly for a change - that would be useful.
So far this week I have cancelled a visit to the dental hygienist and the chiropractor, but I did go for what could be my last ever haircut!
Since I am an old chap, and my youngest son is still at school (until tonight, I think - he attends a school across the border, in Northumberland, otherwise he would already have been at home for a week), I am required to self-isolate. Interesting - we are not yet under full plague conditions, but it seems only a matter of time until such isolation will be a matter of legislation. Whatever, we decided we should have a go at this - at worst I should develop a few good habits, and see what it involves. I have moved into the attic here at Chateau Foy - there is a decent bedroom, and another room, officially titled the Dressing Room, which will serve me as a working and reading area - I have now installed a proper writing desk up there, for working and soldier-painting. I may have a lot of time on my hands, so I'll shift my activities upstairs as far as possible - let's see how this develops.
The desk is not much of a beauty, but it's solid, has a good working surface and plenty of storage for my paints and knick-knacks. It's carved oak, and I understand it dates from the 1930s.
Last night I watched one of my French DVDs up here - I've seen it before, but it's a goody. L'Homme du Train, starring Jean Rochefort and Johnny Hallyday. The film is supposed to be wryly comedic, I think, but its dominant theme seems to be failure, and the complicated pointlessness of life in general. Recommended for all that. One thing that seemed very odd - and it shows what a deep impression the COVID-19 publicity has made - was all the embracing and hand-shaking that goes on in the film - I kept thinking, "That's not a very good idea...", and then I would give myself a gentle slap (having washed my hands first, of course).
Anyway, I enjoyed it - thought-provoking.
I've received my WSS mounted colonels back from a re-paint after the varnish went horribly wrong last time, and they look very good, so I'll get them finished off and they can join their regiments - that will give me a first painting task for the new station up here in the roof!
A strange time. An exchange of emails with a friend produced some dark thoughts, wondering which of our friends and contemporaries might not make it through what is to come, but I prefer not to dwell on that. Things in the cities must be far worse, of course. Unusually, two apparent suicides near here yesterday - someone walked under a train at Prestonpans, and an Edinburgh restaurateur has gone missing - he may have jumped off the cliffs into the sea here - the Police are looking for him. That does bring it home - a lot of people must be in a desperate situation.
I can only wish everyone all the best, and hope that the situation becomes clearer. One thing I really don't know, for example, is how long it takes for an unknown package to cease being potentially infectious. I read somewhere that the virus in water droplets will only live for 12 hours without a new host, but I have no idea whether that is true. My parcel of WSS officers arrived this morning - I had a feeling I should leave it for a day before I opened it - in the end I opened it and washed my hands thoroughly, binning the packaging.
That's the sort of thing that would be helpful to know. If we don't get official information, the dreaded social media will come up with something more exciting - recent scares about the potentially lethal hazards of ibuprofen were fake news, apparently. There's a good opportunity for people to behave sensibly for a change - that would be useful.
Sunday, 15 March 2020
Sieges: The Doofer and the Scale Paradox
It would be fatuous - probably even very
irritating - to come up with some kind of useful personal spin-off from the
current corona-virus situation, but it is a fact that, since quite a lot of
things that I had planned to do are not going to be possible, then I am going
to be forced to do something else instead. In the interests of preserving the
tiny, ragged edges of what is left of my sanity I have an enforced opportunity
to revisit things which have been shelved or passed over, and there will be any
amount of time (if, of course, I am spared) to think about stuff.
Therefore it cannot be a complete
coincidence that today's post returns to what used to be a tradition on this
blog a few years ago - I shall begin with a lengthy digression. I, at least,
will probably enjoy it, and it serves a useful secondary purpose in filtering
out any unfortunate readers who arrived here by accident, and who are beginning
to see what a huge mistake that was.
I always assumed that "a doofer"
was just a saying used in my own family. My grandmother (the one from Preston)
used the phrase to refer to any object whose real name she had forgotten, or
simply didn't know. There was also a faint edge of intolerance in there - in my
grandmother's world, which mostly was built around Dickens, Mozart, cats and Rich Tea biscuits, anything which had
overtones of technology was an overhead - the sort of thing that some (common)
technical person would know about. Thus, though the thing itself might be
useful, the idea of actually understanding it was well beneath contempt. She
had a doofer with which she lit the gas stove, and doofers which secured the
stair carpet. Her life was filled with them.
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| Stove-lighting Doofer |
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| Stair-carpet Doofers |
Her brother, Alf, worked for many years in
the tram (later bus) workshops at Edge Lane, Liverpool, and he also spoke of
doofers. Originally, I believe, the term may come from the army - possibly WW1
- to describe something which was improvised, or fixed, or botched, and which
would "do for now". [I checked
my etymological dictionary, since that is the sort of thing for which I now
have more time, and I see that the likely origins of doofer are pretty much as
I thought, though the date is felt to be 1930s. That would surprise me if it
were true, since Great Uncle Alf would never have adopted any phrase which
appeared as late as the 1930s. Yes, this was a digression within a digression -
we have nested digressions].
Gradually this evolved into a general term
for something whose proper name you didn't know, and I am surprised at how
widespread this became. It is bound to be out of fashion now, of course, but I
recall that as my grandmother became older and more dotty there were more and
more doofers around the place. In more recent years, my mother started calling
almost everything "the thing-io"; it is a great comfort to be able to
forget the real names of everyday objects - I can see this.
What were we talking about, again?
Oh yes - doofers. Well, you will be excited
to read that I have taken delivery of a new doofer - it arrived on Saturday. I
have been waiting for this doofer for nearly two years, and to be more accurate
it is a prototype doofer.
Some time ago I commissioned the
manufacture of some rather similar doofers for my medieval/ECW sieges. They
worked well - they were, to be specific about it, firing platforms which could
be stood behind fortress walls, to give standing room for guns or bodies of
musketeers. I got my friend Michael at SLD
to design and laser-cut them from MDF, enhanced a little with masonry-style
engraving, and I made them up and painted and matt-varnished them, and they
were good. They were doofers to help with problems arising from the
eternal Scale Paradox in tabletop wargames (which, for reasons which I shall
attempt to explain, reach their zenith in the arcane world of miniature
sieges). At the time, I was also very surprised at the amount of criticism they
generated.
| Doofer to facilitate sieges on Medieval Walls - shades of "2001: Space Odyssey"? |
| And in action - a bit crude, but effective |
The problem is, you see, that if you had
attended a real medieval or Renaissance siege with your digital camera handy,
you would not have seen any of my doofers in action. They are not part of the
model-railway-style facsimile of a real siege, and quite a few readers reacted
badly to this. I called them "gun platforms" or sometimes
"buttresses", but really they were just add-on doofers to solve a
problem arising from the Scale Paradox.
Before I get buried even further in this
effort, let me insert a spoiler here, to explain that the new doofer I have
received is a prototype of the same sort of device, but designed to work with
Vauban-period walls. After adding the first-generation doofers to my ECW
sieges, I realised that progress with my 18th-19th Century sieges would require
the Mark II Siege Doofer. The walkways behind the parapets on my model Vauban
walls are only 30mm wide, which is not nearly enough to mount a gun up there,
without some form of extra support. I shall, I promise, come back to this after
I have burbled on about the Scale Paradox for a bit. If you are still with me,
you have my heartfelt admiration and gratitude.
My games usually take place on a hex-gridded
table, which I have found helps greatly and keeps things simple. There is still
an implied groundscale - my hexes are 7 inches across the flats, which is near
enough 180mm. My default horizontal scale is (approx) 1mm = 1 yard/metre. This
obviously varies for big battles scaled down, but that default is (approx) 200
paces = 1 hex, which is a useful round number.
I use 20mm or 1/72 scale soldiers, and for
infantry and cavalry I use an age-old ratio of 3 figures = 100 men, so that my
battalions normally have about 2 dozen men. The basing is designed to give
frontages compatible with the 1/1000 groundscale, and it also tries to make the
spacing of the miniature soldiers look about right for the kind of troops and
the kind of warfare they represent. [Though
please try to remember, Claude, that this is not the same as visual "realism"
- a 24-man battalion is not at all realistic, however much the photos out of
Charles Grant and Don Featherstone have come to shape our understanding].
Just to be awkward - another personal
compromise - I have yet another scale on the go at the same time. My buildings
are usually 15mm scale, which is about 1/100 - this is similar to the old TT
model railway scale. The underscale buildings have a few advantages - they are
cheaper, they have a smaller footprint, and they can be grouped into what seem
to me to be more convincing villages. You can also, with time, get used to the
look of the thing - the fact that a soldier would get stuck in the door of the
church is a relatively unimportant matter when you are fighting Leipzig. I work
on the assumption that a smallish village is marked by a representative cluster
of slightly undersized houses - they are usually placed around the edges of a
hex, so that a unit may be placed among them, and the houses themselves can be
shunted about as necessary to make room for what is going on - the individual
model buildings do not represent real individual buildings, and you can't take
roofs off or put people inside. In the games I play, that is not necessary or
useful. The important things about a village are its outline (and in a
hex-based game that is an obvious concept, though non-hex players will still
have a requirement to define the edges of the built-up area) and who is in it.
Anyway, you get the idea. On occasions I
may choose to use 20mm-scale walls and hedges for my soldiers to stand behind,
just for the look of the thing, but by and large this odd mish-mash of scales
is now tried and tested and works well. Let's remind ourselves, that's
* 1/1000 horizontal scale, for ranges,
moves, frontages, table layout.
* 1/72 (visual) vertical scale for the
model soldiers - which is a given.
* 1/100
vertical scale for the buildings - which is simply a convenient compromise.
Now then. When we consider sieges this
suddenly becomes more of a problem. The layout of a fort is not just a matter
of appearance or convention - the lengths of the walls, the positioning and
dimensions of the bastions and so on are set by rules which relate to the
effective range of a musket (or whatever), and a representative model is no
longer going to be fit for purpose unless it has about the right footprint. We
now bump our noses quite firmly against the "look of the thing" problem
- we can use 15mm buildings if we wish, but the big issue here is the Scale
Paradox - our toy soldiers live in a world where a man is about 22mm tall, but
the distances and the ground plan require a world where 1mm is 1 metre (or 2mm
= 1 toise, if you insist). There -
did you feel that bump on your nose? That's because the groundscale is one
tenth of the visual scale. It always was, but it just became a problem.
For reasons which I really don't understand
- I can only assume that the model designers had been through all this same reasoning
before - the old Terrain Warehouse 15mm
Vauban pieces that I use look OK with the soldiers, but the footprint of the
various bits also makes sense in the groundscale I use. So it works in both senses (though
obviously this must be a pretty silly-looking fort from the point of view of
proportions, but it is silly in the same way as the soldiers themselves, so
maybe that's what matters).
I've now reminded myself (again) that I
don't really understand why this works, but it does. Further, it may not actually
work at all - it might just be that I think it does. There you go - full circle
- you set your games up to suit you, and I'll suit myself. That's probably
where we came in. Before I finally put this note out of its misery, here's some
photos of the new doofer. Since I am pleased that it is what I designed, that
it works and is what I wanted, I shall get Michael to make me some more, and I'll
make them up and store them away in the Sieges
boxes.
| The new prototype Mk II Siege Doofer - assembled, painted and varnished |
| In position on the Terrain Warehouse 15mm scale Vauban wall |
| And here demonstrating how some big French guns may be deployed |
Thursday, 12 March 2020
Hooptedoodle #357a - The Third World (contd)
Maybe this is a more general problem - here's the trailer for another of my very favourite films (if you've never seen this, I recommend it) - a French postal worker is traumatised by learning that he is to be transferred to Le Nord....
This movie, by the way, is the biggest laugh ever...
This movie, by the way, is the biggest laugh ever...
Wednesday, 11 March 2020
Hooptedoodle #357 - The Third World
A couple of days ago I was listening to BBC Radio 3 at breakfast time, as is my current routine; there is a show where listeners may text in suggestions for music selections. The host of the show (I suspect that on R3 they may still be "announcers") at one point said (announced?),
"I have received a text from Theresa, who is in Burnley, up there in Lancashire - Theresa would like to hear some Scarlatti..."
OK - no problem - there are probably a lot of people who don't know where Burnley is - or Lancashire, for that matter.
A few minutes later, the link was,
"I have a nice message from Tom, who is in Streatham, and today Tom is busy doing his accounts..."
She didn't say, "...Streatham, which is in South London...", presumably because everyone is expected to know where Streatham is. Funny that. It doesn't bother me in the slightest, but there is something a little retro about the episode. This is a national radio station, bear in mind. Faint echoes of Two-Way Family Favourites on Sundays on the BBC Light Programme, back in the 1960s. If Gunner Arkwright's family come from Rawtenstall, make sure that we mention that this is a long way from the Centre of Things - it's company policy.
There was no offence intended, obviously, but it is still an instinct on national radio - some gentle apology needed for reference to the Provinces (though, of course, there are a lot of new Tory MPs up there now, which must make a difference, you would think). Some reflected glory in demonstrating that the BBC is able to transmit to (and even has some kind of an audience in) the far-flung reaches of our Sceptred Isle.
Anyway, I had a laugh at it, and there is no harm done, but it reminded me of this clip, which I still find hilarious - apologies for the poor picture definition - best I could find.
"I have received a text from Theresa, who is in Burnley, up there in Lancashire - Theresa would like to hear some Scarlatti..."
OK - no problem - there are probably a lot of people who don't know where Burnley is - or Lancashire, for that matter.
A few minutes later, the link was,
"I have a nice message from Tom, who is in Streatham, and today Tom is busy doing his accounts..."
She didn't say, "...Streatham, which is in South London...", presumably because everyone is expected to know where Streatham is. Funny that. It doesn't bother me in the slightest, but there is something a little retro about the episode. This is a national radio station, bear in mind. Faint echoes of Two-Way Family Favourites on Sundays on the BBC Light Programme, back in the 1960s. If Gunner Arkwright's family come from Rawtenstall, make sure that we mention that this is a long way from the Centre of Things - it's company policy.
There was no offence intended, obviously, but it is still an instinct on national radio - some gentle apology needed for reference to the Provinces (though, of course, there are a lot of new Tory MPs up there now, which must make a difference, you would think). Some reflected glory in demonstrating that the BBC is able to transmit to (and even has some kind of an audience in) the far-flung reaches of our Sceptred Isle.
Anyway, I had a laugh at it, and there is no harm done, but it reminded me of this clip, which I still find hilarious - apologies for the poor picture definition - best I could find.
Wednesday, 4 March 2020
WSS Project - Some Dismounted Dragoons
Today I finished off some dismounted dragoons - the system is to be that my dragoon units will each be of 3 bases of mounted men, with 2 extra bases of dismounted. When the unit is ordered to dismount (which takes a complete turn), two of the mounted bases are replaced by dismounted; the remaining mounted base (which ideally should be the one with the minidice giving current strength!) represents horseholders and all that clobber.
The dismounted castings here are 20mm Irregular Miniatures, which are unusually small 20mm but give a good size match with Les Higgins.
The history of Les Higgins/PMD is well described elsewhere; the original 20mm Malburian figures are just a tad smaller than their ECW range (though the original "subscription series" Higgins ECW were about the same size as the Malburians), but both ranges use the same horses. The figures are too small to match with much else - Irregular, Lancer Miniatures (which are relatively stout, though their artillery pieces are lovely) and that's about it.
| Bavarian Dragoons - this is the Regt Monasterol - the new Irregular chaps at the front are here shown with their mounted Higgins colleagues. |
| The boys from the Regt Santini are the same, apart from the green facings - their mounted contingent are progressing through the paint queue at this very moment |
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