My wargaming days, like many others, began with some boxes of Airfix soldiers, some books as hills and lying on the carpet playing out the actions seen on the old black and white war films, or in various comics at the time.
Some months ago I gave my grandson a tin full of old plastic figures thinking he might enjoy looking at them. Imagine my delight when I received these two pictures from my daughter. Just like me some sixty years ago, the little plastic figures battle for book mountain:
I am seriously considering introducing him to Memoir 44 next time he comes up to visit.