|A regiment of Highlanders advances|
|The Jacobites and French prepare to advance|
The WIlliamites were led by General MacKay in the form of his alter ego Bill Robertson. Bill was to prove over the course of the weekender to be (to quote Blackadder), "more cunning than a fox who has just been made Professor of Cunning at Oxford University".
More of which in a later post.
I was in the role of the Marquis de Ruvigny who had assumed command of the Huguenot regiments.
|Huguenot cavalry ready for the fight - they didn't get one!|
|The fort blocking the Jacobite advance|
For my Huguenots it would very much prove to be a game of two halves.
The highlanders rapidly advanced on the redoubt on the Williamite right flank held by Belcastel's regiment under the personal command of their Brigadier. Sportingly the umpire allowed two Jacobite units to charge poor Belcastel's regiment. Highlanders against All Musket foot, it got messy very quickly if you were a Huguenot.
|The moment before the Highland tsunami smashed into the left redoubt|
Naturally, me being me, my first test for a Brigadier casualty of the weekend resulted in another one being entered in the roll of honour. His regiment was subsequently chopped into fine haggis by the claymores' of the clansmen. There were no survivors.
Buoyed by their overwhelming success at the redoubt, Bonnie Dundee's troops swarmed forward but were held by other elements of MacKay's division.
The Williamite right flank was a more salubrious affair mostly due to Les' die rolling for orders; I'd advise against that visit to Vegas anytime soon.
|A Williamite cannon patiently waits for a French target to meander by|
|The Huguenot version of Rorke's Drift|
Lunchtime approached, the smoke cleared and the umpires declared a draw.