Pics of my painted Renedra church

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It’s Sunday, so what better day to post pics of my newly painted Renedra church?  Like the ramshackle barn I posted earlier in the week, this is a plastic kitset in 1/56th scale.

I didn’t want the harshness of my usual black undercoat on the white weatherboards, so first painted the walls grey.  Then I dry-brushed on the white.

However, model it proved quite difficult to get a good finish on the walls because of the large surface area.  I used my biggest brush, but that didn’t stop a streaky, patchy look.  When I tried correcting this with more dry-brushing, I ended up obscuring the underside edges of the planks on which I had wished to leave the grey undercoat showing.

So the church has a rather streaky paint-job.  But perhaps that’s more realistic anyway, depicting as it does a colonial whitewashed church that has stood through a few harsh antipodean seasons.

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This church is going to serve from my New Zealand wars project.  For example, although not absolutely accurate in architectural design,  it would be perfect for  a game based round this real life scenario: 

The Fight at Pukekohe East Church

Excerpt from FRONTIER – The Battle for the North Island of New Zealand 1860-1872

by Peter Maxwell

The Presbyterian church at Pukekohe East had been consecrated six months earlier. It stands in a clearing in the bush at the edge of a flat-topped ridge. Immediately behind the building the land drops away steeply for several hundred feet, offering a prospect across rolling country to the summit of Pukekohe hill, four miles distant to the south-west.

Each day the ridgetop clearing grows larger as trees are felled and trimmed and the logs added to the wall. By early September the clearing extends to perhaps an acre but it is still littered with branches and tree stumps. The church is garrisoned by seventeen men of the Forest Rifle Volunteers, Sergeant Perry in command. Each man is armed with an Enfield with fixed bayonet, and has the makings for sixty cartridges.

A section of the garrison continues the work of tree felling while others deepen the trench and throw the dirt hack against the logs – it is warm work and the pace is unhurried. Each morning fires are lit to consume the brush and boil the billies. They burn until dusk, sending columns of smoke above the treetops. At times the smoke thickens and drifts into the bush, putting the occasional wood pigeon to flight. The settler/soldiers toiI with axe and spade – their rifles are stacked vertically in stands of three, never more than a few paces distant. Perry has ordered rifle slits to be cut into the wall, a tedious job involving the hewing of matching half slots in separate logs, then the careful stacking of them to ensure that the holes align.

At times, Lieutenant Lusk rides by on his routine patrols through the Pukekohe area. The Lieutenant regards the church’s defences with a critical eye – the rifle slits he approves of, but the walls are too low. He would prefer them shoulder height. He orders two more rows of logs to be added and the ditch deepened further.

At dawn on Sunday morning the 13th of September after a night voyage downriver three canoes each carrying between sixty and seventy Waikato warriors are beached near Tuakau. The canoes are dragged up from the bank to e concealed in the bush for the river is now regularly patrolled by British craft. The raiders are met by warriors whose tribe has just been evicted from its land.  They guide the newcomers to the Alexandra Redoubt but there is no real battle plan – the fort is fired upon from the bush edge. The garrison returns the fire. An hour long gunfight ensues which produces few casualties for both parties are well protected behind timber. Eventually the raiders draw off to the north-east, crossing the slopes Pukekohe hill in search of easier pickings.

The raiders spend Sunday night in the bush but they are on the move again at first light. By 8am they have silently ringed the Pukekohe East church. The garrison is slowly coming to life, the fires have been rekindled and a cooked breakfast is underway.

The men of the working party are unaware that almost 200 men surround them. The annihilation of the garrison is seconds away – a coordinated charge will overwhelm them. Then a single shot rings across the clearing. Perhaps a settler saw a movement at the bush edge and loosed his Enfield at it – perhaps an attacker stumbled and triggered his gun by accident.

Breakfast is abandoned. The settlers snatch their rifles and scramble back over the wall. For those critical few seconds the attackers are non-plussed. The pakehas have vanished as quickly as rabbits down a burrow. Nobody moves. Then a row of bayonets slides out through the rifle slits. “Wait for the order..” Perry commands “..then fire independently.”

The assault comes in a rush. “Wait until I shoot…” Perry calls again. At thirty yards his Enfield cracks and the first warrior drops. The log wall is lit with individual flashes. The warriors shoot directly at the stacked trunks, their shotgun balls thudding into the timber – scattering chips of bark. The first wave of attackers surges up to the ditch, but men are falling.

There is something wrong, some lack of will. Two hundred against seventeen, yet the attack falters. There is over excitement, some type of confusion, of ill discipline. Warriors, whether in bravado or light headedness, stoop to gather up the breakfasts abandoned by the settlers. They are no more than fifteen paces from the defenders’ rifle muzzles. Point blank. Three are immediately shot down. Others throw themselves at the wall but they are bayoneted about the head and shoulders as they attempt to climb. The settlers are fighting for their lives, focused on loading and shooting, but the attackers seem to be uncertain of their goal – they lack decisiveness.

In minutes the assault has failed. The warriors fall back to take cover behind the tree stumps. They have suffered nearly twenty casualties with nothing to show for it. Sporadic gunfire continues, but Perry has his men controlled. He moves along the wall counselling each in turn. Take your time he instructs. “Aim your shots, don’t waste them.”

In the next half hour fifteen more warriors are shot dead.

A woman, Rangi-rumaki, shotgun in hand, a bandolier of cartridges around her waist, exhorts the warriors to attack again. She exposes herself recklessly to fire but there is no second charge.

Now a curious event occurs. Unseen by the defenders a white wood pigeon swoops across the clearing to land on the church roof. A symbol – the Maori are convinced that the bird has come to protect the pakeha. A chief orders that it be killed. A hailstorm of fire straddles the pigeon – the church roof is sieved, splinters of match lining shower down inside but the bird remains unharmed. It struts along the ridgeline pursued by shot. The defenders are mystified – they can only guess at why, despite the closeness of the battle, their enemies’ gun barrels are angled skywards.

But while the attackers concentrate on killing the bird the settlers concentrate on killing them. Joseph Scott and James Easton, holding the right front of the stockade, take the largest toll. The attackers’ casualty list climbs steadily into the thirties.

Cowan [an earlier historian] reported: ‘Hour after hour the firing continued in the smoke-filled clearing. The powder grimed garrison, with smarting eyes and parched throats, stuck manfully to their posts, firing with care for their ammunition was running short..’

At 1pm the first reinforcements arrived. Lieutenant Grierson and 32 militiamen had run across country from Ramarama. They bellied up through the bush, loosed a fusillade at the nearest warriors then sprinted across the clearing under fire to scramble over the wall. Once the reinforcements regained their breath and reloaded the gunfight intensified.

In 1920 Cowan interviewed a veteran of the battle, Te Huia Raureti, at his home on the Puniu river. By mid afternoon Huia told him, the men of his raiding party had suffered sixty casualties, forty of whom were dead. (Cowan I – V. 282)

But the fight was not yet over. There were still more than 100 warriors surrounding the church, and still shooting. A second detachment of militia arrived. Rather than making a run for the building they went to ground along the bush edge. The fighting was close for one man, shot in the leg, was tomahawked where he lay. The militiamen crouched behind stumps and fallen logs, adding their fire power to the defence. The attackers reacted by shifting their positions, spreading out into a semi-circle through the bush on the opposite side of the clearing.

At 4 o’clock, after being summoned by civilians who had heard the distant shooting and ridden for help, 150 British soldiers stormed into the clearing. They had marched from the new Tuakau redoubt seven miles to the south-west. During this final assault three British soldiers were killed outright and eight wounded, but their charge was carried.

The Forest Rifles lay their Enfields down. They have been on their feet shooting for eight hours. Between them they have fired over 1000 rounds, each load ram-rodded home from the muzzle; powder charge, patch and ball. Not a single man has been touched by a bullet. Their church walls are punctured by a frieze of holes at head height, just above the level of the logs, leaking powdered gravel. Inside, the building is a shambles of broken glass and splinters. Dust motes circle in the shafts of light slanting down from the bul]et holes in the ceiling.

Frontier may be ordered direct from Peter Maxwell, RD 2, Waihi 3682, New Zealand.

Email: nzguns@clear.net.nz

 

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12 responses to “Pics of my painted Renedra church

  1. It looks great Roly. I presume 1/56 works well with our 28mm figs?
    The only minor thing I am not sure about is the cross, it just looks kind of ‘stuck on’, maybe its too bold?

    • I agree with you, Scott. But it is moulded on, and removing it would be a ‘major’, as it would mean redoing from scratch the weatherboarding behind it.

      Actually I’m a bit mystified by the overhanging front of the tower, too. It seems an oddly complex structural element on such a simple building. I don’t know if Renedra based this on a real prototype or not, though.

  2. Excellent result Roly. The barn looks fantastic also! These are very nice plastic buildings and all the better when they can serve for other areas and eras!

  3. Great model & what a great way to use it. That Pukekohe East battle was curious in many ways, not least because of the way it tested both sides. Would be interesting to see how it re-fought via miniatures rules.

    • This battle was in a later period of the NZ Wars than my miniature figures depict. But I think it would make a great game scenario nevertheless.

  4. I have to say on first impressions this certainly looks the part and another splendid paint job Roly.

  5. Purchased the same building with that scenario in mind and on your comments picked up the Maxwell book (which he siged) as well. Having similar issues with dry brushing getting the right effect. Good work

  6. Good to know others are on the same wavelength, Peter.

    And Maxwell’s book certainly gives a dramatic narrative sense to the NZ Wars.

  7. Lovely model! Wouldn’t look at all out of place in a Northern War scenario either so I expect to see your Royal Navy chaps defending it at some stage in the future!

    I was up around the Bay of Islands earlier this year and checked out some of the churches that were around at the time. The iconic Christ Church in Russell is of course saturated in history with the musketball holes still visible and the graves almost exactly where the men fell, but the most haunting church I went to was the one built at the site of the Battle of Ohaewai. Even though it was built several decades (from memory) after the battle it is incredibly haunting. I suspect it is so due to a combination of the exposed and isolated location (the slope is very deceiptive, as it must’ve been for the attackers), the various war memorials inside the church or simply the fact it appears to have been built in an effort to retroactively consecrate the ground where so many lives were lost.

    I’m sure one can have many debates about the role that religion played in the New Zealand Wars, but to me I find that at least from an aesthetical perspective that rickety wooden churches are an iconic part of the battlefields.

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