A French column escorting a wagon-load of valuables belonging to King Joseph is stranded in the vicinity of the Convent of the Sacred Liver after their draft horses died of acute glanders. Led by the devoutly Catholic Captain La Roche, the French have stayed out of the convent itself but taken over the sisters’ walled garden as a place to secure the wagon from prying eyes.
A cavalry patrol under Ensign Lefebvre has been sent to look for La Roche’s column and may arrive at any moment.
A British force under Captain William Stowe has been tracking the French for days. Finally they have arrived within sight of the convent garden to see the smoke of French campfires....
|The French have lined their stores up along the wall of the garden|
making a firing platform for its defenders
|Captain La Roche deploys his men immediately outside the walled garden while Lieutenant Fillon|
deploys his from their tents.
|Along the road marches the main British column led by the detestable Captain Stowe.|
The column's mule train is guarded by hired Spanish thugs... sorry, freedom-fighters.
|Lt Phillipe's voltigeurs line the garden wall|
|Stowe's men begin to advance.|
|Meanwhile Captain Stowe begins to wonder if it is a good idea to march in column down the tree-lined road.|
Will there be room to shake out into line at the end of the trees?
|Stowe's column comes under long-range fire from Lieutenant Phillipe's voltigeurs who have now|
mounted their improvised firing position in the walled garden.
|The Voltigeurs cheer as their first shots hit home but then...|
|Supply difficulties - Phillipe realises he forgot to check his men's ammunition|
this morning! A frantic search initially fails to find the spare ammunition.
|One of Fowler's Rifle groups falls back. Like the staunch light company lads they are, Stowe's right hand group |
opens ranks to let them through.
|Sensing his hour of triumph approaching, La Roche steps forward to exhort his men to yet finer deeds and|
is immediately shot in the backside by one of his own!
|And suddenly it is all over: on the right Sergeant O'Malley's men are withdrawing in good order.|
The other Rifles groups flee in panic as does Sergeant Stripe's left flank group of redcoats.
Captain Stowe and Sergeant Stripe are both lightly wounded.
Sadly I made a complete pig's ear of the British deployment. I should have put the Light Company men on the right flank and send the rifles up the tree-lined road where the trees and undergrowth would have made little difference to a skirmish formation.
Please excuse the uncompleted mule train (basing mixture still wet at the start of the game) and the untextured sabot bases. I'm going to need to get more of the latter.