After our trip to Froeschwiller, I wanted to try out Belle Epoch again, albeit with a few mods. I added in some tried and tested things from our other regular rules (rallying, reserved fire for activated units) and had a fiddle around with the movement modes and rates so you didn't have silly things like cavalry marching 5km and then conducting a charge at the end of it. Units now had a march move which was fast, but involved no combat at all, and a tactical move, which was slower, but allowed for some combat activity. I also reduced the brutality of the activation system so that units could fire with a single dice if they failed to activate, and made the close combat system use the same combat resolution as firing instead of the slightly odd crap shoot it currently is.
Sunday, 29 August 2021
Saturday, 21 August 2021
Simon, Jerry and I have all recently purchased Bobs latest book - a reprint of his 'Arriba Espana' rules, which also include his SCW rules based on the Portable Wargame along with several scenarios. Simon was first off the mark in putting a game on, which we played using the vanilla published rules and one of the scenarios on a square grid. We used his 20mm SCW collection for this.
Tim G, Tim C and I were the defenders of the Republic, while John and Jerry were the wicked Nationalists. The scenario was based on the Siege of Toledo. A small Nationalist force is holed up in a monastry on a hilltop, surrounded by a motley collection of Republicans, with a relief force from the Army of Africa on the way.
Saturday, 14 August 2021
Jill and I took to a trip down to London at the weekend to catch up with friends and 'meet the parents' (my youngest daughter is getting married next year). I've not been to London since lockdown started last year, so it was good to be doing something normal again. The train journey was OK apart from it being rammed with football fans and people from the broken down train in front. At least most people had masks on, but it still felt like a disease ridden petri dish.
I am always struck by the contrast between the glittering spires of the capital and the grim urban decay of Sheffield. We jokingly refer to it as Kings Landing, but tbh it is more like us plebs from the coal fields going to President Snows capital in 'The Hunger Games'. You can certainly see where all the infrastructure and money is, but nevertheless, the rejuvenated St Pancras and Bloomsbury never cease to delight.
I'd booked to go the Nero exhibition at the British Museum, so off to Russell Square I went.