The Battel of Elvaston Castle.
A True Account.

The Parliament Armie marched out from the castle onto a battlefield of our choosing. We spread out in our battle lines and awaited the advance of the Parliament turncoats, soldiers who had spurned our Godly Cause and had instead decided to fight for the Royalist cause. As the rebels drew near our cannons roared their challenge at them, the rebel cannons spat their defiance back at us.

The Earle of Manchester's musket block, ably led by Lieutenant Price and assisted by Sergeant France, deployed in a skirmish line to slow the advance of the enemy. After pouring a few volleys of shotte into the enemy ranks they retired to safety amongst our Armie. The Royalist curs advanced with their pikes at charge, hurling abuse as only cowardly turncoats can, we were forced to retaliate with shouts encouraging them to go home.

The Armies clashed, pikes rattling together, swords clashing, muskets roaring and the sounds of shouting were drowned out by the din. The mighty Manchester's Pike block, pride of the Northern Association, if not the entire Armie, reformed their block and prepared to enter into the more honourable practice of pike pushing.
The Goodly Captain Price sent our block into the fray, the devilishly handsome Corporal Jones led the Mighty Manchester's up against the renegade Ballard's block and they engaged in push of pike spiced with cheery banter. Despite being outnumbered, the block of Manchester's performed admirably and beat the turncoats soundly.

Divers other blocks lined up to chance their luck against the Parliament champions that are Manchester's, but we stood strong and held our line time after time. The battlefield was very narrow which made grand manoeuvring difficult but our musket managed to unleash volley after volley into the massed ranks of the opposition. Whilst fighting alongside the musket it broke ones heart to see one of our gallant musketeers, a fine looking Irish fellow, fall slain after bravely engaging in hand to hand combat. Several of our block offered assistance in loosening his clothing and offering chest massage, but alas it was too late.

As the battle drew nearer its inevitable conclusion, another of our pike blocks fled to the other side, they challenged the Mighty Manchester's Pike block, bravery boosted by greater numbers. Our block stood their ground whilst being pushed quickly backwards, leading the enemy to believe they were stronger than they really were. They reformed again and once more the combined Northern Association block crashed into our ranks, despite overwhelming odds we held tight and withdrew rapidly fooling them into thinking they had beaten us.
Realising they couldn't get the best of us they promptly changed sides again to ensure they won the daye.

As the sun started to sink the cowardly turncoats decided they weren't so keen on
Elvaston Castle after all and decided to head instead for The American Adventure Park.

Amid cheers from our winning Armie we hugged each other in that manly way
before marching back to our camp. Another glorious daye for
The Earle of Manchester Hys Regiment of Foote.