Well lads, still becalmed out here on the Biscay, and the sea cadets are getting impatient. Still it is 3.30 in the après midi and latest reports suggest that scots were brave but hacked down by the polish lancers. Not nice these scenes of après. Very charge of the light brigade at Sevastopol we are told. Some Lord a Cardigan making a humongous name for himself as ever in faraway Scotland.
End of the roade for the scots greys. But there you go. Like a Dun nottar above. A sunset.
But can old Nosey pull one back? Wellington was Irish once, can he be subtle again, subtler than old Boney?
Out of the blue a trumpet call. Not the Prussians of blucher surely? No, nosey is sounding a retreat begob begob. Now what? This cannot be the end!!!!
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