Wow. The packing is complete. 'Really handy' boxes of various dimensions occupy every square metre of the space under my table, packed with figures and terrain items. The display cases are empty and the 'floating shelf' that held all my houses and other buildings (more than there are in the village we are moving from almost) are now plonked on the top of table with cloths and other paraphernalia. Not in shot are the boxes holding my hills and trees.
So there you have it. The troops are now embarked upon their transports and on Wednesday will swap the wintery blustery and sub zero temperatures and sheep of Weardale for the sub tropical micro climate that is Middlesbrough. Disembarkation for them is on Thursday and hopefully they will be all in their new barracks on Friday or Saturday. Then I just need to get my new table built........
|Lots of stuff. The only casualties were a windmill (sorry Michael Fletcher) and my liver (Old Speckled Hen)|
|My hussarettes nestling among the chaos. The disembodies hand is probably about to try and be non-pc with one or both. Heaven help it if it does!|
|Another ship! I found this mdf frigate/sloop of war. No longer available but some proper masts and a complement of guns and jolly tars/matelots and it can join the growing fleet. It seems like I'm having an arms race with myself! Doh!|