Congratulations are due to the The son & heir who has earned himself a degree. To be fair there were suspicions amongst the support crew that maybe there was some cunning scam being played. So a trip to Dunedin and the graduation ceremony was organised as a means of verification. A little surprisingly the graduation parade and ceremony all seemed above board. And careful examination of the certificate likewise failed to raise any concerns of any authenticity shenanigans. It seems that The son & heir has indeed earned himself a degree. Congratulations and well done that man.
During each of the three years that The son & heir has been domiciled in Dunedin getting himself all degreed up yearly visitations were undertaken by his proud parents. And never once – despite multiple attempts – did von Peter himself manage to get to frequent The Duke of Wellington public establishment with its 20ish imported beers and militaryish surroundings. To make things worse The son & heir was a frequenter of said establishment. That wrong has now been put to right … on the way to the airport …
Above: von Peter himself did not sample the Spitfire brew available but he did quite enjoy their promotional material …
Having covered himself in academic glory The son & heir returned to Neu Schloss von Peter for a few weeks of eating, consuming electricity, catching up with friends and general battery recharging. Last summer The son & heir created a terrain board – a first of several? – and this was dragged out for a couple of Sharp Practice games. Because The son & heir wanted to use plenty of the available terrain both ended up as urban knife fights which presented some challenges different tp the normal.
The first game was set in 1813 and saw opposing Prussians and Saxons scouring an urban environment for a posse of informers who had been two timing both sides. Seven civilian figures were spread across the table and these would move randomly on their own card in the game deck.
Above: a sleepy war weary little town somewhere in Saxony 1813. The locals go about their business with a mere three concerns – the ever nearing war; the fool standing in the way of the sunlight; and the finger partially covering the lens upper left.
Above: a little later and the sleepy little town is sleepy little town is about to be rudely awoken by the
whoring warring Prussians of The son & heir himself and the humanitarian Saxons lead by that internationally beloved philanthropist von Peter himself.
Above: a little little later on. Men have started turning into casualties. The Prussian jägers in the centre have just dealt a severe hand of death (red markers) and shock (green markers) to a some Saxon Musketeers which has pushed them back as the shock is greater than the remaining figures. Fortunately for the Saxons these musketeers managed to avoid further Prussian ire and were to slowly regain their composure and be still in the fight at the end of the battle.
On the far right further Saxon musketeers manfully stride down the side of the town to get the jump on the Prussian jägers which they manage to do but over a series of two separate “fisty cuffs” were banished from the table by those same jägers.
To the left of the battered Saxon musketeers can be seen what looks like a Russian mounted officer. Actually he’s a Saxon officer that looks like a Russian officer from a distance! To the right of the same musketeers is a Saxon officer who looks like a Saxon officer. Officer identification can be a tricky thing! They are both where they are as they are attempting to bring on further troops.
Over the central wall from the Prussian jägers some Saxon jägers can just be made out and are currently interrogating a Lady of quality dressed in yellow in an attempt to flush out a two timing agent of espionage.
On the far left further Saxon musketeers advance down the side of the town. They were to be met by superior numbers of Prussian musketeers and were swiftly erased form the Saxon muster rolls. Sob.
At the back of the board mostly hidden by the orange roof tiles are more Prussian musketeers.
The battle raged with various units coming & going and the usual ups & downs for both sides. Several turncoats were uncovered but all managed to escape when their “escorting” infantry were “dispersed”. Ultimately the Saxons squeaked a victory and so earned the right to write the history of the battle and its protagonists. 😃
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Off came the european buildings and on came some eastern / Russian domestic structures. The clock was turned back to 1812 and the scene to the northern flank of Napoleon’s invasion of Russia. The Bavarians were keen to spring an ambuscade to grab some Russian supplies as they were being ferried through local village. The rumour was that previously captured bratwurst was in that wagon!
Above: the Bavarians can almost smell the bratwurst but have turned to tackle the Russian rearguard rather than fill their knapsacks. The dice knew their duty and the Bavarians were not long for participating in this battle.
This was a much quicker game as the dice firmly came down on the side of him who had procured them – von Peter himself. Nearly everything The son & heir tried failed or was shabbily treated by those special Bavarian dice. Reinforcement refused to come on until they were in a position to be massacred by their Russian opponents. “Fisty cuffs” and shooting likewise came to very little. A short sharp brutal encounter to the glory of Mother Russia. Huzzah.
Above: joint MVP of the Bavarian vs. Russian petite battle. The dice
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And now for something completely different … can you hear the tramp tramp tramp of approaching 28mm Polish infantry. von Peter himself can. Stand by.
Until we meet again …
von Peter himself