Marshalling The Forces Of Festivity

 HO, HO, HOOOOOO!


Firstly, I'd like to wish my readers, followers and subscribers a very festive Festive Period, however you observe, celebrate or avoid it. Just be happy...

Today, has been a busy day for me as usual on 24th December, cooking pork and beef for Christmas Day.


I have also being busy with preparations for hosting what has to be the 'must have' ticket of 2021, the Christmas game here on Monday the 27th:



The game is a 28mm 7 Years War bash with Russians and Prussians pasting every shade of what's good for the roses out of each other.

To speed things up, I deployed the two sides and prepared quick briefs for each commander, to be chosen at random on the day.

A basically symmetrical layout with a few quirks of the terrain and of the forces involved. 

Before I could start to lay out the troops, I first had to install a heater which I found to be surprisingly effective in the Rumpus Room.

All players have been requested to take a lateral flow test on the day before they set off, and all are vaccinated. If they have any doubts then they'll not turn up - simple as that.

Anyway, here are a few pics of the forces involved:


















Well, it's late afternoon, and I need a mug of tea and a proper sit down, so if you'll excuse me, I'll once again bid you the greetings of the season and shove off.



TTFN,


Mark

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