The last photo shows the ultimate defining winning last move, as my Horse Guards trample the Euro lancers off the bridge, thus only just holding the position for the plucky Brits.
But overall, we got a bit of a slapping, though we were outnumbered, as always.
But apart from that, cracking games room, corking table, smashing figures. Rules played well & in good humour, all in all, a very pleasant time was had.
Who's this Pewter bloke?
