The weather was kind and it was a lovely day, a bit grim when we first got to Yorkshire, but the sun came out and it turned into a beautiful, fresh day, so much so that once I was inside the main stand all I wanted to do was divest myself of my outer garments as it was one giant glasshouse. Not quite as much as the gentleman last year, who stood at a nearby hotel window in the full bloom of nature and made me miss my left turn. Anyway, as much as the image haunts me I must forge ahead. It is a large show with many traders and games, some superb games into which had gone a lot of effort, much better than last year. I had turned up with what, for a Scotsman, was a small fortune, yes, more than a fiver, expecting to return without change. Sadly, Gripping Beast concentrated on Jugula and Saga, I am sure if I had asked before hand they would have brought the Welsh warband I was after, but I didn't, but never fear, due to the wonders of technology I expect them around Tuesday. I did pick up a couple of terrain pieces from the excellent Last Valley, magnetic paper and tape from Magnetic Displays and some casualty markers from Warbases. With time running out I desperately wanted to treat myself but found that no one had the new X-Wing ships and those that were on offer were far too expensive, I don't mind paying extra at a show to get something there and then, but these prices were taking the mick.
|Wings of War (Glory)|
|A Lace Wars type of game, beautiful figures and terrain.|
|Curtey's Miniatures Dux Britanniarum tour de force.|
|One of several large, beautiful ships.|
|John Paul Jones and the Frenchies attack Leith, wonderful.|
|My meagre but necessary haul.|
Oh, and did I mention I got in for free, being over sixty does indeed have its advantages, I was slightly miffed at not having to prove it however and almost insisted I pay, but then my roots kicked in, the four quid was better in my pocket, och aye.