Friday, August 7, 2015
Strelets French Army Sledge Train 1 & 2
Friday, July 31, 2015
1st Hussars
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Airfix Imperial Guardsman
This is the latest from our unnamed genius in Budapest - who I shall call Mr. M. This is an old kit, an Airfix French Imperial Guardsman that I found in a box of stuff at the back of a model shop, along with a collection of other old Airfix kits. It seemed a shame to leave him there. Mr. M has done a really bang up job on this chap, very neat work. TK sent me some pictures and I look forward to taking delivery.
For all his finery, Francois here strikes me as being all business. Like Cassius, he has a lean and hungry look.
He thinks too much, such men are dangerous.
Francois is clearly on a green field, possibly a shell torn field in Belgium, I imagine. I'm quite looking forward to seeing him in the flesh as I want to get a closer look at that face.
But this one of the Emperors Immortals will be guarding part of the bookshelf once he arrives, along with his hussars and lancer brothers.
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Strelets Zouaves
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Airfix French Cuirassier
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Sunday Basing
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Schilling French Grenadiers

Sharp eyed readers will no doubt have observed the freshly painted grenadiers lurking at the rear of the French line at the Battle of Vimeiro. The fellows pictured above are Schilling French Grenadiers bought from John Cunningham of 20mm Nostalgic Revival. John lectured me during his last visit that no true Napoleonic wargamer can be considered as such until he has fielded Old Guard Grenadiers. However, being of a Peninsular turn of mind, I didn't have much call for them at the time. However with Waterloo looming it seems I'll have to field some after all.

These were painted by Krisztian Takacs and they're brilliant figures well painted. Krisztian is also a photographer of some skill. He took the pictures above for Uwe of History in 1/72, who is also selling the Schilling grenadiers. As you can see they are crisp, beautifully proportioned castings about equivelent in height to SHQ I think, but I'll try and get a comparison photo posted soon.

I've also discovered that there is so little differance between Guard and Line Grenadiers that I'm happy to use the same figures for both. As Windrow & Embleton write in Military Dress of the Peninsular War,
"British diarists recalling the fighting in Fuentes de Onoro mention being attacked by "Imperial Guards", but there were no units of la Garde present. The troops who made such an impression were three battalions of detached grenadier companies drawn from all eight of Drouet D'Erlons two divisions. It was a natural mistake for any man to make in the heat of battle, with the massed ranks of tall bearskins coming at him through the powder smoke."

Lastly, there is the ever important casualty figure to mark where the unit has fallen. Inigo, Uwe's sculptor has done a wonderful job - there is pathos there that gives weight and feeling to Thomas Gray's words.
All in all, two wonderful units that will hopefully break as soon as they see the sight of cold steel.
But somehow I doubt it.
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Saturday, May 12, 2012
Lieutenant Etienne Gerard of the Tenth Hussars

One of the simple pleasures of working nights is that hour of solitude when you return home. The dawn is breaking; the house is quiet except for the cats, who are awake and demanding food. My mind is too active from the shift just past to sleep, so I usually settle down and do a little reading. I often leave tasks in the war room so that I can potter for an hour or so before going to get to bed. Mrs Kinch once compared it to rest periods divers take when returning from deep dives.
This morning I applied myself to my Brigadier Gerards, so that I could solve the problem of the regimental number. The Brigadier led the Hussars of Conflans and were they the 3rd Hussars?

Well it turns out that Kristian was right in a way. My hussar is not wearing the uniform of the Hussars of Conflans, however, the gallant Brigadier was not always a Brigadier, nor was he always in the Hussars of Conflans. At one point he was Lieutenant Etienne Gerard of the Tenth Hussars.

Now as it happens blue as the gallant Brigadier explains is the colour of the tenth. And referring further to the text, it turns out that Kristian...
...got the uniform details exactly right. So gentlemen, I give you Lieutenant Etienne Gerard of the Tenth Hussars. A bold and saucy fellow just at the beginning of his career.
Hopefully, I will get another quiet time tomorrow morning and I shall be able to confirm whether the Hussars of Conflans are the 3rd Hussars.
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Friday, May 11, 2012
Hussar

I have an entirely fictional regiment of Hussars of Conflans in my French army, but this chap is from the very real 10th Hussars. If I had been thinking I would have asked Kristian to paint him as one of the 3rd, as that is the number of the real Hussars of Conflans. At least that's what wikipedia says, I've embarked on the ardous task of rereading the stories to make sure.
I do these things so you don't have to.

But even if the uniform is wrong, this figure, a gift from a good friend, has the right sort of stuff about him, that Etienne Gerard swagger. It is a beautiful piece of sculpting and Kristian has done him proud.
Damned if I know what I'll do with him, now that I have him, but we shall see.
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Thursday, May 3, 2012
Schilling French Grenadier
Friday, February 24, 2012
French Infantry - 39eme Ligne

When I began my Napoleonic project many moons ago - I was rather intimidated by the number of figures required and the intricacy of painting demanded. With the eye to raising a large number of troops in short order, I picked up six boxes of HATs Young Guard. These are fairly innocuous looking fellows in great coats and shakos. The idea was that I would be able to paint these up without any of the facings or other flapdoodle required and I would have my French army relatively quickly. This was the case and they've stormed across many a shot torn tabletop, but in retrospect I'm a little unhappy that I went this route. Part of the attraction of the period is the sheer pagentry of the uniforms, the horses and so forth and while the grey ranks of the greatcoats are probably damn sight closer to the reality - they lack a certain something.
I think the French have a word for it, but I don't know what it is.

In many ways, I suppose it sums up my attitude to the French army of the period - a grey mass of stormtroopers. The hussars and the foreign legions add colour and I've plenty of Irish and Swiss troops in my French army. Which reminds me, I must add some Poles.
The 39eme Ligne broke during the Combat of Foz de Arouce in 1811, during Massena's retreat from the Lines of Torres Verdras. They attempted to cross a river to their rear, but found the bridge blocked by French cavalry who were attempting to join the fight. Forced to ford the river, several soldiers drowned including the chap with the regiments eagle, which was lost. The eagle was later recovered by Portuguese peasents in return for a hefty sum and now sits in London.

The casualty figure above is part of a collection of generic French casualty figures I bought from Mark Bevis a few years ago. I think they look rather well for an odd figure that he's taken a craft knife to. I think this chap started life as an Italeri French Infantry Standard Bearer.
I should probably read some of the French memoirs of the period, which would probably make the Gallic juggernaut a little more human.
Any suggestions?
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Tuesday, January 31, 2012
From the work bench - Horse Grenadiers of the Guard
I had trim the blanket roll so that the tails of the coat would fit. Also trimmed the inner thighs of the horsemen until they fit saddle. As Foy has said this is something akin to GCSE metalwork.

The Eagle bearer and Officer (with curiously waggly sword), all that remains is the musician. Clive of Vintage Wargaming has sent me a bugler, but I haven't tried him out yet. I think I may have to strip him first (ooo'er Matron).
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
French Guard Grenadiers a Cheval by SHQ
French Guard Grenadier A Cheval at rest by SHQ
The figures arrived and as you can see they are virtually flash free. There are unfortunately two flies in the ointment*. Firstly, the command pack contains two officers and a chap with an eagle and therefore lacks the trumpeter who usually graces my French cavalry units.
Secondly, as you can see above getting the chaps to sit their horses properly is a bit difficult and will require some work with a craft knife and file. I was thinking about my own experience of riding and thought maybe that the rider could be rising in his stirrups. But then, the whole squadron can hardly be doing that!
That said, I am happy with the figures themselves, which have a pleasing heft and solidity that I expected of this most iconic of Napoleonic corps.
*I recently came across the origin of this particular phrase while reading Ecclesiastes. It was a strange, touching someone across an ocean of time moment.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Hinton Hunt Tirallieurs of the Young Guard
Friday, September 30, 2011
Strelets French Field Hospital
"Close to the corner, on an overcoat, sat an old, unshaven, gray-bearded soldier as thin as a skeleton, with a stern sallow face and eyes intently fixed on Rostov. The man's neighbor on one side whispered something to him, pointing at Rostov, who noticed that the old man wanted to speak to him. He drew nearer and saw that the old man had only one leg bent under him, the other had been amputated above the knee. His neighbor on the other side, who lay motionless some distance from him with his head thrown back, was a young soldier with a snub nose. His pale waxen face was still freckled and his eyes were rolled back. Rostov looked at the young soldier and a cold chill ran down his back.
"Why, this one seems..." he began, turning to the assistant.
"And how we've been begging, your honor," said the old soldier, his jaw quivering. "He's been dead since morning. After all we're men, not dogs."
"I'll send someone at once. He shall be taken away—taken away at once," said the assistant hurriedly. "Let us go, your honor."
"Yes, yes, let us go," said Rostov hastily, and lowering his eyes and shrinking, he tried to pass unnoticed between the rows of reproachful envious eyes that were fixed upon him, and went out of the room."












