The Somali pirate captain, or HM's customs, or whoever it was who has been 'minding' all our stuff for the last five months, finally deemed fit to have it delivered to our temporary accommodation today.
"Huzzah!" Says I. But then I thought to count the boxes... Two boxes missing.
"Oh no..." Says I. "...but wait, the box with all the little metal men is here. Huzzah indeed!"
So, I opened the box with great haste, mixed with just a tender amount of trepidation. You see I was keen to see all my wee lads (and ladies) again after all this time. I had grand plans of using them to actually play some games; get though AAR's up on the blog and have some fun. On top of that I wanted the rest of my scenery and access to my collection of static grasses.
However. What I saw when I opened the boxes and removed what I had believed to be adequate packing materials, my poor little heart died a little. I have to warn any of you with a weak stomach to turn away now and stop reading.
The pictures below are quite graphic.
Now, I realise that I should have packed everything individually. But they were magnetised down with packing above, in boxes which I was assured would always be kept right side up. I was very naive - but then we hadn't the space to bring these really, let alone wrapping them up and creating more volume.
Some will make its way to a fire sale. There are some bits that I just don't want to have to deal with.
Most of the 1:1200 ships came off OK most of the flags are broken and a few sails knocked off. Haven't decided yet whether to fire sale them or try to eventually persevere.
Irregular Wars armies had a mixed success. Lots of broken or bent pikes. Lots of chipped paint. Not too many things that are that serious, but each army will be quite a project to restore. I will certainly set to work (once we move, so still several weeks off) fixing up the Hollanders, Spanish and Caribs. Haven't decided yet whether to sell the English and Irish to concentrate on a New World theatre, or to just leave them till last in the fix up stakes.
Either way, I have a rather long, lonely and depressing journey ahead of me. And just when I thought I had finally arrived.