Wednesday 22 March 2023

Back on the walking trail

It's been a while since I did one of these walking posts. Unlike previous ones, this is a bit of a mash up of 3 or 4 recent walks. Shortish ones lasting from half an hour to two hours. They include some signs of Spring in Richmond Park and its environs, and a couple of lunchtime urban walks in the week.

These first ones are from late Feb


The seat of the Margrave von Nundanket. Actually White Lodge, which houses the Royal Ballet School, also in Richmond Park

The Margravina admiring the flora. She did tell me what they all were, but I forgot.

The next batch is from c 11 March

Bench in memory of Lord and Lady Rix. Brian Rix will be known to lovers of farces (and no that's not a reference to recent governments). The Isabella Plantation, Richmond Park

Layers of trees creating a sense of great depth. Also in the Isabella Plantation.



Same location

I can't think why they're telling the bluebells to keep off.



The next pair are from last weekend
Near Pembroke Lodge, Richmond Park.

Fairytale style cottage in the grounds of Pembroke Lodge.


Finally photos from a couple of lunchtime walks. I was able to do this owing to a relocation of work base.

View north across the Thames by the railway bridge leading to Victoria Station

Ditto, but close-up

Chelsea Bridge from the south bank. Technically I should say from the right bank

The Peace Pagoda in Battersea Park

Attempt to be arty.




The Grosvenor Canal (Left bank of the Thames). I had never heard of it until today. Now less than 200yards long. Even at its longest it only went as far as the site of Victoria Station (c.1/2 mile)

New development on the site of Chelsea Barracks. it looks like only about 1/3 of the total site has been built on so far.

Building named in honour of Margaret Thatcher at the Royal Hospital Chelsea. The RHC is the home of the Chelsea Pensioners. The Parisian equivalent is now a museum - L'Hotel des Invalides. 

What looks like the main building at the hospital.


Sports fields belonging to the RHC. Walking football?

This was a surprise. Challenger in urban style camo - I believe pioneered by the RTR Berlin garrison in the 1980s on their Chieftains.



NAM. Probably just a bit too far in a lunch hour. I'd maybe get 20 minutes inside.

Classic Art Deco mansion block? Royal Hospital Road

"Nothing to declare but my genius" in Tite St.

This caught my eye on Dilke St, at the back of a mansion block on Chelsea Embankment. Looks like houses wrecked in the Blitz, but I suspect its more recent damage. A redevelopment?

Dilke St

The Peace Pagoda, this time from across the river. Taken between passing vehicles on Chelsea Embankment

Looking downriver from the left bank to the right bank. The chimneys of Battersea Pier Station on the right. Towers in Nine Elms to the left, close to the new US Embassy. With the MI6 building just a bit further downstream, this is a target rich environment for the Bad Guys on speed boats armed with RPGs!


The Royal Hospital Chelsea seen from the south (Chelsea Embankment)

Old Father Thames. Looking up stream from Chelsea Bridge.

Same view, but zoomed in to see the Albert Bridge

Lots to explore in that area. Maybe next time I'll take my passport as I venture over to Pimlico.

Tuesday 21 March 2023

A Bridge Too Far....

.... is the inevitable phrase to open this blog post with. To the surprise of no one, Grimsby's FA Cup run came to an end on Sunday. The media circus spun in to overdrive on the days running up to the day. Business as normal for Premier League clubs, but off the scale for Grimsby. Those of you in the UK will be sick of the sight of blow-up fish.

The frenzy went international. Someone in our group shared an article from the Malaysian press, there was an interview on NZ TV with Kiwi goalkeeper Max Crocombe, and an article in the German press.




Fill in your own punchline about "Paul Hurst's Mannschaft" 


Tickets sold out within 12 hours of going on sale, and that included bedtime. I managed to secure mine online after they went on sale to season ticket holders at midnight. It was a bit of a race as the number of season ticket holders outnumbered the number of tickets available. My immediate concern then was who will I actually watch the game with. These things are best shared. The Nundanket branch in Liverpool was offered an early Christmas present of a hospitality package, which he readily accepted. Over the course of the next week, a few more non-season ticket holding pals were able to get tickets from family and friends who weren't going for one reason or another. 

A small group of us assembled on Sunday morning at Clapham Junction for the train journey to the south coast. On arrival in Brighton, Nundanket II was sent on his way to the stadium to enjoy the meal part of his 'package', whilst I was left babysitting his Harry Haddock. Note there's no definite article in said piscine creature's name, and it's correctly pronounced "Arry Addock". The rest of us sought some refreshment prior to heading up to the stadium. Inside the atmosphere was building up, but not quite up to the levels of the Southampton game. The game itself was not anything like as competitive as the previous round either. That probably had an effect on the atmosphere. Discussion today on social media offered some other reasons for that too. The stadium design (acoustics), the lack of a drummer to keep things 'together' (musical instruments being banned from the Amex Stadium), a friendlier disposition amongst the home fans, the fact we didn't 'sniff blood', and a change of demographics of the Grimsby support with it being a weekend match.

After match some more refreshments were consumed, at the stadium whilst waiting for queues at the station to die down) and in the amusingly named 'Prince Albert' pub near the main station in the city. The citizenry of the place, fans and 'civilians' alike, were very hospitable. We were made to feel welcome all day, unlike the usual experience of football fans.  Strange. There has been a massive 'love in' on social media since the game, with Brighton fans saying very nice things about us, and us wishing them well in the next round(s). Many of the older ones remember their own club's flirtation with the bottom end of the Football League and homelessness in the 90s and early noughties.

There's not much to report about the match itself. The 5-0 scoreline tells you all you need to know. And you can forgive me for not wanting to dwell too much on the actual game. 

Disappointed? Yes. Not to progress further in the competition. But delighted with the whole campaign. The first time Grimsby has been this far in the competition since 1939. The experience has brought the fanbase, club management, and playing squad closer together. Another chapter has been written, to use an old cliché. Or to use a new one, more memories have been created. It's helped to raise the profile of the town in a positive way. And the extra revenue will come in handy for the next season.

So the most appropriate image I want to finish on is this clip, of Grimsby fans celebrating(!) at the end of the match. Excuse me, I seem to have got something stuck in my throat.

https://twitter.com/TheBrightonBard/status/1637718212585443332?cxt=HHwWiMC-9bGCrLotAAAA

Sunday 12 March 2023

It's all gone quiet over here

Since an initial rush of wargaming activity in January and to a lesser extent February, things have been quiet at the Schloß Nundanket. I'm not having one of those periods when I've lost my mojo. A number of 'real life' things have brought this about.

I've had a couple of spells of ill-health. Nothing serious. A mega cold, then a bad back, then another 'mega cold'. The second 'cold' is looking more and more like another type of coronavirus. One we've all become familiar with over the last THREE years. I say this, because, in my usual way, I treated it as a cold and that was it. My wife, who works in an environment where she indirectly comes into contact with vulnerable people, has to test herself regularly. With the same symptoms I had, but a few days afterwards, she tested herself on Wednesday and the dreaded line came up on the little plastic 'doobrie'. So I tested, and there was no line but a very feint blob (maybe the infamous 'leftie blob') or it may have been the light. The test cam up negative next morning, but I was pretty much over my symptoms by then.

Then, I recently had to move to a new office for work, so there was a bit of prep for that, and eventually the big day, and a change of commute style. Back from driving, to catching the train. No biggie, but a significant change. Same company, but new location. And boy, is it nice. No names, no pack drill. But bloody hell, I'm chuffed. However, without going into details, this has affected my 'technical solution' for remote gaming, so that's probably off the agenda until I get some new kit. Many apologies to those waiting for me to get promised games organised.

After a period without any new books I picked up a couple of 'analogue' books and a couple of digital ones. The real books were The Campaigns of Sir William Waller, 1642-1645 by Laurence Spring, and The Anatomy of Victory: Battle Tactics 1689-1763, by Brent Nosworthy. Don't ask me what the digital books were - I've forgotten and will need to look up my Helion orders!




The book on Waller was very enjoyable overall. Waller is probably my ECW hero. Pretty successful, politic, astute and honourable. What's not to like, as a certain podcasting historian says. 

The Nosworthy book is a bit harder going in my opinion. Ironically, this is something I've been looking for, for YEARS. Clearly in high demand as the price is usually ridiculous. I paid c £40 for a paperback, second-hand copy. Still, it's packed with learning. It breaks down the period into several sub-periods, where tactics gradually changed, so is a very useful book for a wargamer into the 18th century. A distinguished blogger based in North Britain once asked me what was the difference between the WSS and SYW. Well this explains it better than I ever could. Trouble is, at times, there's a bit too much on what appears to my mind, minute differences in methods of deployment (and 'ployment') and firing. From what I read, it looks like the systems were over-complicated at times and it's no wonder generals didn't like to risk their troops in battle given the amount of training that must have been necessary to carry out some of these evolutions.

I've also consciously cut down my hobby time, because some weeks, between remote games, football going, swimming etc I felt like I hadn't seen much of the Margravina. A chap needs to remember on which side the margravial bread is buttered! This makes it sound a chore, but it isn't. Your correspondent is happy to admit to his uxoriousness, and time spent with the Margravina is both pleasurable and educational. She is truly a product of our enlightened age, and on our walks entertains me with her knowledge of horticulture and the naming system developed by that Swedish cove Karl von Linné.

Now finally we come to sport. This has also been pre-occupying me. Many of you will know with what affection I hold the Mariners. Not those upstart rounders players from Seattle. The original Mariners. And how excited I was by their progression in the Football Association Challenge Cup. The excitement went up a notch on Wednesday a week ago, when Grimsby Town (the said Mariners) knocked out Southampton of the Premier League at their own ground. That's 3 divisions or, 64 places in the League, difference. Grimsby rode their luck at times, but came out worthy winners. Part of the 'luck' was playing at a Premier League stadium, because it mean the Video Assistant Referee ("VAR") was in operation. In League Two games, a couple of the decisions that went our way because of VAR, would not have been favourable. A handball (leading to a penalty) and an offside (leading to a disallowed goal) would most likely have been missed by the officials on the pitch.

I was lucky to be in the crowd that night and never has the term "Twelfth Man" been more apt. For those not up on football, the team on the pitch has 11 players, and the supporters, if particularly vocal in their support could be said to inspire the team to the extent it's like having a 12th player. I also truly believe that participants in such crowd singing/chanting get the mental health benefits of 'communal singing' you often hear about these days. A cracking night, and not just because of the result. Meeting up with family and friends on these occasions is a big part of it. 3 cousins and 3 of their offspring turned up, and I had the company of Lincolnshire Tom (designated driver) there and back. Good stuff. The result was a competition record (beating 5 teams from a higher division in succession - since it started in 1872, no other team has done this) and it means Grimsby are in the last eight of the competition for the first time since 1939. I prefer to ignore the omens of that. 84 years makes it truly a once in a lifetime event. Back in the late 30s, Grimsby were one of the better teams in the top division (believe it or not) and changes in the financial structure of the game since have meant the chances of repeating this have become lower and lower.



OK, maybe it was unfair having a Fishman from the planet Gadidae on the team.

Next up is Brighton and Hove Albion (we're so good they're having to send two towns against us 😉), again away at their ground on 19th March. Tickets sold out overnight after going on sale after a match on Tuesday evening. Fortunately, due to my foresight in the Summer, I was able to get a ticket again, but many people I know weren't able to. This is a bit of a dampener as, for me, a lot of the satisfaction comes from sharing the experience and having those shared memories to look back on and talk about in years to come. Still I'm going, and thanks to paternal generosity, Offspring Number 1*, will also be going. For his generation, who have only seen the all time low point of the last two decades, it is a rare chance to experience the good times. Chances are, this is our Arnhem, but .... but.....as every wargamer knows, you always have a chance to roll a six**.



* Offsprings #2-4 are not interested.

** The odds are more like getting a 19 on a D20, but that's not so poetic.