
Just an average size game this week. The French bringing eighteen battalions and twenty seven squadrons of horse, the Allies fifteen battalions and thirty squadrons. The field was flat with a few rolling hills along a short stretch of the road from the river and two small copses dotted along the flood plain.
Both sides marched on in very similar formations, horse split to the flanks and foot massed in the centre. For the French that meant that the French horse on the left faced the English massed horse and on the right the massed Bavarian Kuirassiers were against the Dutch horse.

The main difference in the two infantry lines were that the French, as tradition dictates, kept their guards to the rear whilst the English & Dutch foot guards were meant to spearhead their attack.

As is usually the case both sides sent the horse forward, both hping to clear the enemy away and gain an advantage. In both cases the first attacks were repulsed with heavy losses and both sides forced to retire and regroup.


Meanwhile the French had uncharacteristically opted to attack. The entire left flank and half of the centre moved forward to the covered roadway that divided the battlefield. Reaching it they found themselves facing the English First Foot Guards, a fear inducing sight. Both sides raised their muskets and fired, the French fearing they were to get the worst of it. Whether it was the rain the previous night, the wind blowing into their eyes or the lack of belief we won't know but the result of that first volley was that the French were almost unscathed and the English with gaping holes being rapidly plugged in their ranks.

Several volleys later and the Foot Guards were brought out of the line to recover. The French front line had become rather disjointed and so failed to take the advantage offered.

On the French right results were a little more mixed. The Dutch Foot Guards had pushed across the table and were breaking down the first line of the Bavarians. Not without some losses themselves (they lost their first line supporting battalion bt had others in reserve), however they were proving to be annoyingly stubborn and were reduced to less then a third before finally being recalled.

The horse were once again in action. On the French right the Bavarians saw off the entire Dutch horse, themselves being reduced to less than sixty percent.
On the French left the English were having the better of it. In a seesaw mseries of melees the Englsh lost, won and then won again routing all the French heavy horse bar Cosse Brissac and the remaining mounted unit of Dragoons. One regiment of Dragoons were dismounted in the wood watching the English dismounted regiment facing them (and that's all they all day).

The French lines advanced as light began to fade feeling that victory was in their grasp. However, the Allies had stabilised their lines, regrouped and presented a united front that prevented any further forward motion of the French.
With light failing both sides retired from the field leaving it in no ones hands.
My thanks to Mark for bringing his figures along and to James & Jason for helping to push metal around the tabletop. A most enjoyable game that had opportunities sadly not taken.