A large communal tent was quickly
erected and we all dived in.
Come morning came the smell of burning sausage. Fire starter Litchfield
had a campfire going and was torturing something over it. I was offered this morsel and ate it avidly, food at last!
We then trooped down to the King Wilhelm and when it opened once again
free beer was on hand, plus bread and cheese.
Thus are the broke and starving snared.
Arriving back at the sunny - albeit wet -campsite, these newly acquired
"friends" began to gather in formation as I watched with intoxicated interest.
A nasty little man with a funny helmet and carrying a green flag started
screaming out, "Has this man been given pikedrill? Do it now!"
I protested that I was only here to watch, this fell on deaf ears.
And then it went down hill..............
I got my five minute training, eight foot pike and a place in the centre
of the pike block. (So I couldn't run away!)
Then we marched off, regiments of musket and pike plus cannon making
their way through the sun-lit trees and over the drystone walls to the battle valley. Singing, yelling and cursing.
It was unbelievable!
We arrived at the top of a slope covered with clumps of nettles
and began footdrill. Someone complained at being marched through the nettles, so we were marched through the nettles again!
Huge cannon were dragged onto the field by scores of men, set up and.......
"Have A Care!!!", nobody warned me that the really large cannon that
I was standing next to, was about to go off!