Saturday, 30 January 2016

Lazy week - Narrowboat

What a weird week. One of those ones where you run around like a blue-tailed fly, look back and you've got nothing done!

Saying, that I managed to quickly knock up a narrow boat, but I didn't finish my characters. However, I'm trying to blend some aspects of THW Long Rifle and BDTZ for the campaign and well I read them and did nothing more. I hope that old adage that your brain works on problems when you're not thinking about it is true.

Finally, the narrow boat experiment.

The tools required

Cut out the bases

The bulkheads

Commence Assembly
Bulkheads and superstructure
 Just needs undercoating and painting.

Catch you all soon. Thanks for calling in. Now to leave the house and get blown away.


Monday, 18 January 2016

Introduction 2.

Thought I'd be a bit more ahead this week. The college I work for is going through an OFSTED inspection. So despite working one day a week, I have been allocated a TON of stuff to do (in addition to my teaching) therefore little time for modelling.

I did make a start on Fredrickson and his Chosen Men should finish them this week. My plan is that our first episode takes place on a narrow boat, so I need to construct one of them.

Photos (with luck) next post.   


The parlour door opened and Molly’s visitor met her lodger.

“Captain William Fredrickson, I presume,” he said extending his right hand in greeting.

“I am at a loss, sir,” Captain Fredrickson replied, taking the proffered hand.

“My name is unimportant at the moment. I know well of you. My colleagues on the Iberian Peninsula spoke well of your talents. You worked with Mister Sharpe, did you not?”

Fredrickson bristled at the mention of his, one time, friend.

“It is so.”

Both men took a seat.

“Captain, I have a mission suited to particular talents. The niece of a cabinet minister is missing just north of here on another peninsula.”

“It’s hardly a task for a soldier.”

“There are complications. Some kind of plague has infected the Wirral Peninsula. The minister requires a particular type of individual to recover his relative. The local Yeomanry have sealed of the area and we require you to lead a band of chosen men onto the land and rescue the young women.”

Fredrickson turned his head and glared with his one good eye. The visitor thought he grimaced, Fredrickson was smiling.

“What a ruse, might I have some written orders, please?”
The gentleman handed Fredrickson a finely decorated sabretache, “your orders and maps, for what they are, are contained within. A barge, The Lady Jessica, will be waiting at the canal at noon the day after tomorrow. She will take you to Saighton Barracks, just outside Chester, where you will take command of your muster. Well, sir, the rest is up to you.”

With that the gentleman rose, shook Fredrickson’s hand and left. As he passed through the parlour door he turned.

“Give my regards to Molly and good luck Sweet William.

Fredrickson jumped to his feet at hearing his familiar name from a stranger, but the gentleman had gone. Settling into the chair he filled a pipe and opened the sabretache.

Thanks for reading. Keep warm.


Sunday, 10 January 2016

First Post - 2016 - Introduction 1

In an attempt to drive my new project forward I am determined to blog at least once a week. This is the first.

My new characters have been; delivered, cleaned, based and undercoated. Paint has been bought along with a pair of new brushes. Santa brought me a nice new camera, so some practice with that is needed whilst the painting is being done.

It has started!


Molly Sheldrake did not mind having soldiers ‘billeted’ upon them, especially the officers. But this one bothered her. It wasn’t that he was rude or impolite, far from it. He was charming and educated. It was just the way he looked. Now a gentleman was calling for him at half past ten in the evening.
Reaching his room Molly rapped on the door, “Captain, sir. There’s a gentleman in the lounge to see you.”

The sound of stirring came from within and her guest’s accented voice sounded out, “thankyou Molly. I’ll be there presently.”

Molly scurried back to their visitor not wishing to face her guest at such an hour.

“The Captain will be here shortly,” Molly said bobbing to the well-dressed visitor.

“Thank you miss,” he replied, “tell me this now. I’ve had many good reports about this officer. But what is he really like?”

“The Captain, Sir, is a gentleman. But he terrifies me.”

He gestured for her to continue.

“His face, Sir. He has no left eye and wears a patch over it. His right ear is all but gone and his face is awfully scarred and covered in stitches which makes it look like he is always snarling. His false teeth, he says, once belonged to dead Frenchmen and he had them tooled to fit in London. He is, Sir, truly frightening.”

“Thank you once again, miss. He seems perfect for the job I have for him.”

Molly bobbed once more and slipped from the room as the footsteps of her lodger sounded on the stairs.

Some of you will be familiar with this character. He is one of my favourite fictional inventions. He will be soon entering a world populated by the undead.

Have a good week, see you all in the blog-a-sphere.