Ambrose Turnbull Posted May 21, 2016 Share Posted May 21, 2016 Knightsbridge Barracks The Household Cavalry consisted of The Life Guards and The Horse Guards. The Knightsbridge barracks was the compound where the Household Cavalry was quartered while in London, just bordering on St. James' Park. The 4th Company of the Life Guards did not have barrack space allotted to them in the Knightsbridge Barracks, as they were posted in Edinburgh, guarding the Royal Residence there. The complex consisted of long, two-storied buildings, one for each troop, a common fencing hall, a small house for each of the regimental commanders to live and have offices in, stables with a closed dressage arena attached, two outdoor shooting ranges (one for pistols and one for muskets), and a wooded area surrounding all the buildings. The buildings are grey stone and slate ceiling, without exterior adornments but of solid construction. They say an army marches on it's stomach - and even when not at war the Lifeguard Lads prized their mealtimes. Turnbull was no exception. "Oy, there is no pudding in here?" It had been a harmless enough prank on the new guy, he understood, but getting locked in the linen cupboard right on lunch time had been no joke. Ambrose had hollered and bashed on the door, till he'd had to concede there was naught for it but waiting. So wait he did, an interminable long time! Finally the key clicked. "You pack of bloody barstards!" he squinted coming back out into the light, laughing cheerfully, though hungrier than he could ever remember being. Slaps of the back were exchanged, laughs and chuckles. For all of that, it was good to start feeling like he was becoming part of the group - being pranked on was, in his opinion, a positive sign. So it was that when the Lieutenant finally made it to the lunch room, the buffet-like counter was in a sad state. Collecting up a tin plate he moved hopefully to a pot of stew. "Aw, and it was a good one..." a fact made obvious by the fact there was nearly none left. Picking up the pot he tipped it on side and started scraping what he could out of it... metallic clatter of spoon on metal jarring noisily through the air. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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