The Bishopric of Weizenbierland : a Napoleonic imagination (1)

 Nestling in the foothills of the Bavarian Alps lies the Bishopric of Weizenbierland. During the Napoleonic Wars it became famous for lying low and avoiding the attention of Austria, Bavaria or France . Constant negotiations with each of these forces allowed the Bishopric to avoid major invasions of its territory, on the whole. This was partly due to the charm, oratory and quiet utter ruthlessness of the Prince Bishop himself.

The Bishopric was famous for its brewing , of a high standard and universal acclaim, its woodcarving of both a religious and non religious nature- church statuary as well as sturdy furniture and the perfecting of the cuckoo clock as both a measuring of time device and style icon.

A map from the Prince Bishop’s collection and library.

The capital city of the Bishopric in all its glory.

The many spires making up the city skyline.

The army of the Prince Bishop, more details later.

The army has , jaegers, infantry, a guard unit and of course peasant levies , as a last resort.

Cavalry is not forgotten and artillery, if it can be named thus, is in the form of rockets, from plans  acquired by espionage.

The army arrayed and on parade, awaiting deployment.

Finally a portrait of the Prince Bishop , resplendent as ever, an iron fist in a gorgeous velvet glove.

Update

 

The village is deep in the multi coloured autumn downfall. Villagers huddle round fires indoors, looking out the windows awaiting it to stop . Already a fisherman and his boat have disappeared beneath the deluge.

Portharthur slumbers as the nights lengthen and the cold comes knocking at the door.

Picts on the painting table , may or not put them aside for a little break.Hmmmm?

Moving day as always.

Jazzing up an old chessboard in a Ross M sort of vibe. Might try the Coffee Break rules on it.

Game last Friday. Too much rules chat, annoying sort of factors which sound to me like minus one if there is an R in the month and your granny is called after her auntie. Love ancients so, so off the rules . Barker speak has finally got to me!

Geese flying in formation on their seasonal journey.

Awful result. 

I have been to Thun many years ago and I recall it as lovely. Currently having an internal debate about whether l want to go back and visit places I went  years ago ( especially Iona, Interlaken and Lucerne) or should they remain happy memories. I don’t want them to be soo different, that they are strange to me In unhelpful ways. You know what l mean. Hmmm…

Picts etc

Had a lovely dérive in Edinburgh yesterday, cool but sunny. Got some paint.

Looked these out for inspiration, old faithfuls.

My youngest’s new puppy.

Coffee outdoors on Sunday, locally, sunny and mild, pretty good for the first of November.

Found these on the shed , should come in very handy…

Good solid, fascinating reading. 

Work in progress with the Picts.

 Cof

Rockets in the Portable Napoleonic Wargame Rules

 I recall there were some additions for using rockets? Can anyone remind me where to access them?

Recently

EBay recruits to finish a tiny Portable Wargame etc army l rediscovered in the shed.

Cavalry bought painted with just the two artillery men to paint.

A grave warning at the Toastie Shack in St Andrews. Gulls and crows are an intimidating menace.

Toastie Shack with menu, they do produce really lovely take always . The place often has huge queues.

My middle daughter’s monthly swim at St Andrews.

Post storm and autumn state of the Penedredfel Light Railway stations! Tidy up required.

The worst of them , took the full brunt of goodness knows what.

Got these off Wargames Vault but have not had time to try them out. Plays on an 8 by 8 grid. Hobby time mainly devoted to giving Ross’s recruits a wee repair and sorting out allies and opposition for them as well as the ongoing 28mm Pictish Project.
 

Transy: a Halloween post of sorts.

 There is a very pleasant area in Dunfermline called Transy. Lovely houses and gardens. I only discovered recently that it was marked differently on old maps. I consulted these on my bookshelf for further details but they seem to suggest Transylvania is far , far , away from Fife!

Anyway here is the proof, from an old map of Dunfermline-

So for years l have been walking through this area unaware of where I really was!

Just a thought

 Putting out my beloved blue coated Chasseurs a Pied for my current game l was thinking about whether designated “Light Infantry “ should be treated differently on the table top by the rules we use. I am thinking of the 1920s and 1930’s. What do you think? If they should be treated differently to ,say line  infantry , what should this look like in rules terms?