Anthony BoydellUnited Kingdom
A year ago I was lying on this very same bed with sunshine and heat streaming through the permanently-open windows; enjoying an Easter break not un-typical of recent years. This morning, amongst the thick grey/black clouds, the sun gamely attempts the odd peek-a-boo but is generally shrouded again by the bluster and fluster of the Moor-ish winds.
This might seem the perfect opportunity for the holidaying household to clear the flat surfaces and get some serious gaming in; however, only three adults remain (after the Holy weekend) with seven children. Somewhere along the line my two eldest managed to sneak off to the Penines with their great Uncle and Aunt and parent of another three is seeking emergency dental treatment for an all-overpowering abscess.
Winnowing the remaining potentiata down further, the two ladies remaining are less-enamoured of hobbyist distractions, two of the children are under 5 and two boys would prefer a marathon Nintendo DS session. That leaves me, middle son Benedict (of 'Pokeloken' in-fame), eldest of cousin's line Eleanor and visiting Melissa (probably just on the 'too young' side).
After last years attempts at the 'longer fayre' of Stone Age etc, I decided to pack up a corner of the car with shorter jouer meals; here is the list:
- Pure card games such as Gargon, Coloretto, Parade, On The Cards, Bloody Legacy, Fzzzt! and the utterly wonderful Familienbande
- Curious abstracts such as China, Fiji and Clans
- Unashamed old-style party games: Absolute Balderdash and Lego Creationary
(I also popped my playtest copy of Snowdonia in for good measure - for those moments where I could slip in a quick solo, or noodle about with final layout/text corrections)
So far Bloody Legacy, Fiji, Coloretto and Lego Creationary have made a (brief) appearance BUT with the elder visitors elsewhere-located it's hard to imagine a full-blown, alcohol-fuelled 'Balders' or a conciliatory Snowdonia making it to the vinyl-covered, wipe-clean surfaces *sad, rained-off face*
Still, in the daylight hours of this long weekend I have managed to walk a long circle around Goathland and Darnholme (a flooded ford + concrete stepping stones + danger of chilly immersion = mandatory fun), across 4 miles of countryside to Grosmont station and an ale or two/train ride back and (yesterday) a blowy hike across sodden moor and rusty tarn to locate a sulking near-teen.
I've eaten well, fallen asleep on the sofa while the Master's highlights played out and (for the rest of the time) immersed myself in the splendid A Clash Of Kings - whose feudal, violent and twisty-turny medieval world is ridiculously-addictive.
And we're only half-way through.