For reasons many and varied, I have decided my next book is going to feature flintlocks.
Having come up with the idea, I realised that while I know the basics...ramrods, ball ammunition, black powder, flashes in the pan etc, I am not as technically knowledgable as I will need to be if I'm not going to sound like a complete idiot.
So today has been a research day and may I commend to all of you a splendid book, "The Story of the Gun" by Ian V Hogg.
I would dearly love to try handling a real flintlock musket, but if they weigh anything like the 1853 Pattern Enfield I tried to lift the other day, I'm guessing trying would be the best I could do.
I managed to get the Enfield up to my shoulder, but it was just as well no fool was going to allow me to do anything more as it was so heavy I couldn't hold it still.
Tomorrow I shall embark on what an army on the march requires and probably find out more about latrines than I want to know.
Published on July 09, 2012 15:43
SOME women didn't have the strength, but there were others, Hannah Snell for example, who not only could, but did. "Ladies" might not have had the muscles, but farm girls who worked as the men did and who could carry a pig or a eight gallon double yoke would have.
I can't, for the same reason as Lee:-)