Although I’ve been notably absent from updating this blog over the past – ahem – 7 months, I’m finding some time to finally get on with some more figures. Figuring that it’s long since time to finish off those Charnwood Grenadiers, I have finally completed them all and they are now fully ensconced in barracks, fully trained and equipped.
Finally, work is now beginning on those Swithland Fusiliers, the second regiment in the Duke’s of Charnwood’s army. Dressed in green coats with red breeches, this elite light infantry regiment is 2nd in seniority in the Duke’s army.
Also planned for the future are some musketeer regiments, at last. These will be dressed in the Charnwoodian white coats of the infantry but with different facings for each as follows;
- 3rd (The Beacons) Regiment of Foot – yellow facings
- 4th (Lady Eleanor’s Own Bradgate) Regiment of Foot – red facings
- 6th (Mountsorrel) Regiment of Foot – blue facings
Regarding the missing fifth regiment from the list above, it is His Grace the Duke of Charnwood’s intention for it to be some kind of specialist corps tentatively identified at present as the Prestwold Rangers (being what the Prussians over in the continent might call ‘jaeger’), perfect troops for skirmishing in the wooded hills of Charnwood!
Finally, it is also the Duke’s intention to raise one final regiment of infantry, or more likely just a company. These will act as a personal bodyguard for the Duke, his family, and their retinue. Names currently under consideration include “The Ducal Lifeguard”, “The Ducal Guards”, “The Honourable Company of the Ducal Guard” and “The Ducal Household Guard”.
Her Grace, Augusta Gracedieu, overhearing her husband in conference at their home with Lord Ulverscroft and Lt. General Poultney expressed some dissatisfaction at the use of the term ‘Ducal’. “Francis,”, averred his wife, “I believe the servants will insist on pronouncing it as “Doo-cull”, which to my ear sounds altogether unsatisfactory”.
The Duke patiently explained that he did not, as a rule, make it his business to listen to the servants a great deal anyway and furthermore he did not intend to begin doing so any time soon. “Dew-cull”, he suggested, “is a fine term”. The Duke turned to his Chief of Staff and said “Poultney, could you arrange for my army to receive some instruction on its correct pronunciation? I will endeavour to ensure the same for all my household servants.” He then smiled at the Duchess, hoping to have mollified her somewhat.
“Elocution lessons instead of musketry drill? Whatever next…” sighed Ulverscroft to himself.