Moving house

There is nothing on this planet that fills a wargamers heart with dread more than thinking of moving their collection to a new home. Well other than leadrot or the thought of self imploding glass display cases! I may need to sit down...

Today I managed to move the painted lead mountain from East London through the Blackwall Tunnel, a ghastly dank hole with an over abundance of manhole covers designed to vibrate miniatures in their cases, through the delights of Blackheath and it's artizan bakeries and then finally to the new home in the promised land of Hither Green and it's many speed bumps.

All present and correct Sir!

Thankfully the collection remained intact without a single breakage. Now to crack open the champagne and an Epicure No2 and consider the new hobby room.

I love it when a plan comes together.