Never one to resist a metaphor or comparison my recent encounter with project hesitation prompted me to look for a parallel. For some reason my usual mountain climbing examples in my head sat a bit oddly. Oh yes I think many of us wargamers probably try and climb many Munros* at the same time. And fail to reach any summits – unless its those super wargamers with unlimited talent, production skills to match and boundless energy.
*munros are Scottish mountains in excess of thousand feet in height.
Then it came to me going downhill might be a better metaphor than ascending when it comes to the wargamers hobby.
So where have I been and where am I now?
In recent times (i.e. since Covid struck) – back in 2019 I was quite taken with Normans in the North and South. It remains a work in progress so you could say a meandering river then and an oxbow lake now is the order of the day.
And then I discovered the mid 19th century and a fair torrent of water cascaded down the wargamers hillside.
There have been the odd side flows such as my nearly mechanised 20th century warfare explorations – now also several oxbow lakes or should it simply be a mountain col?
And what of my recent diversions during Analogue Hobbies Painting Challenge? I certainly think that was several small torrents which then ended in a hanging valley leading to a small lake with no apparent exit.
And right now where am I – well it feels like the wargaming is still in flow but very much winding through some extensive marshlands – languid.
Descriptions of water seem far more apt for my wargaming than my previous mountain climbing parallels.
The question is where will those languid waters lead me to next?
The Wargaming Erratic 