 |
DC superheroes in miniature action |
You know February is drawing to a close - and it's almost Nick's birthday - when I meet up with my old chum for the annual
Tunbridge Wells Wargames Society show,
Cavalier, at the Angel Centre In Tonbridge.
Nick was flying solo this year as my godson, Alec, had stayed home to spend time with Nick's brother-in-law, who had returned to the UK after spending 18 months as a guide in Antarctica.
Like
back in 2015, the show felt quite sparse this year. Even the bring-and-buy wasn't rammed, both in the amount of the items for sale and the ease in which we could get to the tables to check it out.
Although this year didn't feel like one of Cavalier's strongest showings, on the plus side was the amount of young gamers - either playing, shopping, and manning displays.
Guess the future of the hobby is in safe hands.
This is a marked contrast to Nick's comments about last weekend's model railway show at the Angel Centre (
Rachel and I couldn't go as she was away), which he said was really busy but he felt like one of the youngest people there!
 |
Target: Planet |
I was particularly impressed by the packed table, in one of Cavalier's side rooms, being run by the
Wadhurst Wargamers & Roleplayers (
fellow members of the Dungeons and Dragons Kent & East Sussex Facebook group that Simon and I belong to) offering introductory games of 5e
Dungeons & Dragons.
And Nick was doing his part by buying Alec some 1/600 scale jets (
Alec is big into aircraft these days) to practice his painting skills on.
Personally, I was on the hunt for wooden planets on stands as I was sure I'd bought my original one at Cavalier about 15 years ago... so surely there'd be someone randomly selling them again this year.
This is all part of a wild scheme (
based on the single planet I do own, pictured right) to build a solar system for the imaginary planet where my
homebrew RPG will be set.
Sadly, that quest came to naught,
Who'd have thought it?
To be honest, I didn't stay for too long (
the lighting in the sports hall always plays merry havoc with my eyes).
After our first obligatory circuit around the whole venue, I needed to sit down, and Nick had to get me a drink from the vending machine (
it had defeated my efforts to purchase anything) while I munched on part of my packed lunch.
I gave Rachel a call to come and collect me, after which Nick headed back into the fray.
I didn't even get a chance to get Nick his birthday present (
I usually let him pick out a book or a game he fancies) and he ended up paying for my drink, so that didn't go exactly to plan.
The Deal Wargames Association's "
Shall We Dance?" game, refighting
the Siam civil war of 1933 won both the "obscure conflict of the day" and "most boxes ticked" awards from us, with planes on sticks, model trains, and elephants on display.
I drooled a bit over this chap's castles, which he and his son explained were built from individually-moulded
Hirst Arts bricks:
Nick and I also heartily approved of this Biggles And The Island At The Top Of The World game with its movable maze, lost Vikings, Russians, and Nazis, which pandered to our pulp predilections.
I ended up only making one purchase, this marked-down pack of 32mm Romulans from Modiphius... because Romulans.