The new year begins in just over twelve hours here in Tradgardland. I have never liked new year, even as a youth. My mother ( who would have been 90 on the 28th and died in her 80th year) into her seventies would always “ See in” the new year even on her own. She would sit up watching tv with a sherry and a piece of shortbread. She came from a Leith family who loved new year parties, singing round the piano and celebrating. Her mother threw open the windows at midnight and observed First Footing religiously. I have not taken after her. I will be glad to go to bed , be woken by fireworks at midnight and then sleep my way into 2022.
Anyway onto the state of the nation address aka what’s on the workbench-
Some 54mm retro spacemen for skirmishes, some Fife and Drum militia to face Hessians in the awi, eighteenth century civilians to adorn the table top as vignettes and some creatures to use with The Silver Bayonet.