By smacdowall, Oct 29 2016 05:40PM
Back in mid September Gary Kitching hosted a magnificent re-fight of this first major engagement of the English Civil War. A number of things got in the way of me writing it up but suffice it to say it was a clear morale victory for those of us supporting the King's righteous cause. `it was a day filled with glorious cavalry charges which swept the rebels away. Even if some of their foot remained on the field, the Earl of Eseex and other notable rebel leaders were captured. No doubt after a nice discussion with the King's inquisitors they will begin the error of their ways and come to once again support the King's divine right to rule.
The Parliamentary commanders look on glumly as they see the fine array and noble bearing of the King's trooops.
The King himself took an active part in the day, encouraging his loyal subjects to great deeds.
On the Royalist right, our cavaly made a fine sight as they cut their way through rank after rank of rebels.
It was to beexpected that good men of gentle birth with many years service (Minifigs from the 1970s) cut through the fanks of heretical ploughmen mounted on old nags and put them to flight.
Our brave cavaliers chased the rebels into Kineton which soon became fillled with panic stricken refugees.
Knowing that God favours the righteous the Royalist commanders had every reason for luck to be with them.
Indeed, with Rupert and his dog Boye leading the men on the right, good luck indeed came to favour the brave. The supersticious puritains were heard to cry 'witchcraft' as they fled the battle. A cowardly parliamentarian shot poor Boye and at that moment the King's army's luck began to turn.
On our left, Lord Wilmot's men encountered great difficuly as the came to close with the rebel horse while being raked with musketry. Our foot too had a hard time of due to the plentiful supply of shot and powder which had been commandeered by the rebel artillery train.
In the end, with the Earl of Essex's capture and utter collapse of the rebel left, there could be no doubt that it had been a glorious day. That a few peasant farmers remained on the ridge was surely a matter of little consequence.