Where am I?

Worried your solo defoxing skills are already starting to rust? Tackle this geographical brainteaser post-haste.

Worried your solo defoxing skills are already starting to rust? Tackle this geographical brainteaser post-haste.

Ouch! Comment Commander Colonel_K might want to pour himself a stiff Bovril and take a seat before reading the following turn report. In the 25th minute of this nailbiting play-by-comment CMBO contest, the AI-controlled Germans positively savage the small human-orchestrated…

Turn 23 ended on a cliff edge. The Comment Commanders’ most valuable (?) armoured asset – a late-war Sherman – seemed seconds away from an unpleasant encounter with an unidentified German heavyweight. In this sixty-second instalment of intricate WEGO wargaming,…

Until I settle on a theme for the THC game (This week the theme shortlist shrunk to just two candidates) my Chief Foxer Setter turned Senior Researcher /Lead Scenario Designer doesn’t have a great deal to do, hence the following…

While the swarm of Balkenkreuze in the above image is just the little joke of a mischievous GM, the blocky tank with the question mark on its turret is not. Five seconds after Turn 23 gets underway, Allied units (presumably…

A is for Alphabetised wargame, sim, and site news. Now and again, assuming I can persuade Austerity’s Blackburn Cirrus Bombardier engine to perform the miracle of internal combustion, I spend a few days scouring Simulatia and Grognardia for stories with…

I couldn’t decide which ‘B word’ screenshot to lead with today so have provided three. The first is a nod to the Comment Commanders’ tardy taxi. The ponderous Churchill VIII finally delivered its passengers – Sergeant Forester’s squad – this…

Every Friday, Tally-Ho Corner’s cleverest clogs come together to solve a ‘foxer’ handcrafted by my sadistic chum and colleague, Roman. A complete ‘defoxing’ sometimes takes several days and usually involves the little grey cells of many readers. All are welcome…

During the course of Turn 21, the German arsonist in the woods north of the castle, is fired on by five different Allied units. Miraculously, not one of the incoming rounds hits flesh or Flammöl 19.

Using the following clues (the map above is purely decorative) in combination with Street View, work out my location.