|Parish Map/Situation Map No.11|
|Hereford VBCW General Theatre Map|
|Parish Map/Situation Map No.11|
|Hereford VBCW General Theatre Map|
|A visibly overcome Roo receives his 1/1 scale Cup and Winners Medal. Behind him may be the estimate of the number of casualties his forces suffered during the "Big Game". Only the confines of the Village Hall prevented a full scale "lap of honour" and only the complete lack of knowledge of the remaining Umpire of matters football prevented comparisons to Lionel Messi.|
|The Hereford Golf Course : Before the "April Fools Day Massacre"|
|The Hereford Golf Course : After "The April Fools Day Massacre"|
|Jay's Mounted Troops "go wide" in an effort to avoid the Committee's Machine Gun fire, and then turn...|
|J's Horse charge, taking on the Committee's Machine Gun. To the right, RDR-2's Miners take on the Club Committee|
|A closer view of the final moments. It is now too close range for the Commitee's Field Gun, and Sir Alan McGuffin|
can only take cover between the champagne Behemoths....
|A courageous miner is about to "hold up" Sir Alan McGuffin|
|The "second wave" of arrivals on the 18th Fairway. To the left, the Not Those Carlists Armoured Cars pour fire|
into the Lew Wallace Memorial Assault Group (just visible on the flank), while on the right, the Spanish Mounted Troops easily outpace the Crapaud Force (and everyone else).
|Whipcrackaway! RDR-2's brave 28mm commander on top of his fast travelling|
limber. On the flank, a depleted section of miners is all that is now left of the
Lew Wallace Memorial Assault Group. Thanks, Carl (and Nick and J)
|The sadly depleted forces of the Lew Wallace Memorial Assault Group assemble on the 18th Fairway.|
Their brave commander can be seen mounted on his chariot-style artillery limber.
|J's Politically Confused Spaniards assemble in the other corner. Will his mounted troops give him an advantage?|
|A good impression of the Clubhouse and the waiting Committee, Cup and Champagne.|
The wide, green acreage of the 18th Fairway is clearly visible.
|The Lower Course after lunch. The two remaining members of the Herefordshire Watch Committee have received|
substantial re-inforcements. The Hero's Grave Special Objective remains as yet unclaimed. The tank defending the
Central Objective on the Upper Course was even larger.
|The burning tank at the centre of the Upper Course. Ben Hogan's Friends of Herefordshire Golf have been wiped out.|
To the right lies burning one of Captain Shang's amoured vehicles : it was not his lucky day. Just in sight at the foot are the Spanish Horse, just out of sight (but, boy, can he race!) is the Commander of the Lew Wallace Group.
|"The trouble with the Bishop - and the Captain - is that they do things on such a small scale, m'dear." - |
Lady Rita Talbot-Ponsonby in the course of the vast three way melee on the Lower Course.
|An aerial shot of the Lower Course. The three sided melee continues in the|
foreground. In the centre, two Special Objectives remains to be
captured - a "Hero's Grave" and a "Chemical Works".
In the background, Spode's black tank can be seen idling,
anxious not to enter another Minefield.
The one recipient of vast fortune - and an equally vast number of re-inforcements - via capturing "Special Objectives" (which varied from Minefields through Mommet Groves and Mommet Tunnels, to an abandoned Champagne Smuggler's Cart, the Herefordshire Cider Makers' Secret Stash and a herd of a Herefordshire's famous cattle) was none other than the Captain Percy Fitzneatly and the North Herefordshire Parishioners Milita. It seemed that Captain Percy (Craig) could not help but throw his D6 for the "more men/double more men" options every time he encountered a Special Objective, and soon the plucky Milita had grown to Divisional size, and the "Spare Units" table was looking denuded:
|The patriotically covered "Special Units" table, originally filled with units, is quickly reduced to|
a random smatter by the re-animating good fortune of Craig the Lichemaster. The units shown
here will soon be on their way to join the Burghill & Tillington Infantry Corps
|The BUF's fateful decision to enter the tunnel entrance of the Herefordshire Molemen|
Rolling a 2 on his D6, Captain Straitt-Jackett (Alan) had no option but to transport the entirety of his Alarm Company bang into the centre of the advancing forces of the very surprised Bishop of Lichfield (Tim):
|Underground attack! Alan's BUF emerge from the Momett Molemen's old workings into the centre of Tim's forces.|
|Two stoats in a hessian sack. "It says here - Section B(1) - ancillary rules for kneeing in the groin...."|
Captain Straitt-Jackett (left) seeks advantage in his never-ending melee with the Bishop (Tim).
In the foreground, the North Herefordshire Parishioners Militia and the Lew Wallace Memorial
Assault Group quietly get on with trying to win the Hereford Golf Cup.
In the background, the six players on the Lower Course do the same.
|"Section 8, Supplement D2 - Rules for Throttling and Eye Gouging. Only allowable in a space less than the square area of a telephone box (1938)." - Captain Straitt-Jackett. "Well, that seems fair enough. Shall we spend all of the next round trying that out then?" - the Bishop of Lichfield - "before we get down to 'Combat with Newly Sharpened Sticks'"?|
Everyone else has advanced just a little further towards the central objective of winning the game.
|The Rorke's Drift Re-Enactment Society (on Field Exercises) set off from Tee 3. The redcoats seem to be |
at the rear as the Force's scouts recce a very strange obstacle to their front....
|THE Rural LDV advance confidently, ready to take on all comers (and they will).|
|One of the less imaginative "Special Objectives" - A Minefield. Or is it?|
|The North Herefordshire Parishioners Militia. The Burghill & Tillington Cricket Club flank the HQ Section|
|Captain Shang's well prepared Chinese Christians. Dice cup - check. Tape Measure - check. Rulebook - check.|
One of the day's Special Objectives - an Ammunition Dump - can be seen in the foreground.
|"Crapaud Force", sadly depleted by a hasty error on the part of Umpire Clive in the course of "the morning rush".|
|"Not-those-Carlists another-kind-of-Carlists-altogether-chap" LDV. Carl's formidable Armoured Cars would|
spend most of their time wheel spinning as the soft ground of the Golf Course exposed their off road limitations.
|A BUF Contingent of Major Straitt Jackett's Royalist/Fascist Alarm Company (Alan)|
and proper (unallied, unalloyed and unapologetic) Fascists advancing across the rough of the Lower Course:
|BUF Blackshorts are, as usual, urged on by Eustace Spode (JP)|
.and foreign Fascist/Royalists setting off towards the Central Tee of the Upper Course, accompanied by stirring, but rather confused, war cries of "Alfonso XIII and Edward VIII....oh, and not forgetting the Caudillo, of course. Yes, him aswell. And certainly not forgetting His Holiness. Goodness me, no. Never that.. Anyway - Onward! Hurrah! Arriba! Espana! Er....er, Inglaterra!"
|J's Anglo-Spanish Nationalist Monarchist Catholic Contingent advance carefully from their tee. Such caution|
may have been a clever strategy to avoid early casualties, or merely a product of a certain political confusion.
Confusion was as foreign as any Spaniard to that redoubtable Anglican cleric, the Bishop of Lichfield, His forces advanced from a southern corner of the Upper Course in the God-given certainty that this very day he would be blessed with the County Cup. "God, Country and the Archbishop of Canterbury! And remember the Armada!"
|The Bishop of Lichfield's Anglican Field Force get under way (Tim)|
While on the green fields of the Lower Course, his fellow Anglican, The Blessed Lady Rita Talbot-Ponsonby, immaculately coutoured as ever by Worth in a long greatcoat ("dove grey, darling") and campaign cap ("so fetching!"), knew that there could be only one winner of this all-play-all tournament:
|The immaculately clad Lady Rita Talbot Ponsonby brandishes her pistol with customary fervour (Rita)|
but there were more, and even more irregular forces in play.... [to be continued]
|Inspector Knacker of the Herefordshire Police Watch Committee consults his |
Sergeant on the absence of cover around the Lower Course Central Tee......
|....but it is already too late. The sky darkens above his brave police section...|
|...with predictably explosive consequences!|
|On the Upper Course, Ben Hogan's Friends of Herefordshire Golf |
mill around their Central Tee in sudden fear...
|as the sky darkens suddenly above them....|
|...and they suffer exactly the same fate.|