The Wargames Holiday Centre.
One of the wargames innovations that Peter Gilder can be credited with is the creation of his fabled Wargames Holiday Centre. What could be better than to fight over the famous terrain created by Peter Gilder, and use the large beautifully painted units with other like minded people. Wargames Nirvana.
Initially it was based at the lovely village of Thornton le Dale in North Yorkshire, where Peter and Doreen Gilder bought an old Doctor's surgery which they ran as a bed and breakfast before morphing into the first Wargames Holiday Centre.
After a few years, Doreen Gilder grew tired of the visiting wargamers messing up her home,so it was moved to the Enchanted Cottage at Folkton near Scarborough, which allowed the visitors to stay at a nearby hotel.
I never actually attended the original version of the Wargames Centre hosted by Peter Gilder, but was lucky enough to go to both the late Mike Ingham's Centre and lately the Mark Freeth Centre.
Naturally the wargamers who attended the Centre had to play by Peter Gilder's rules, In the Grand Manner, a Mamarite set of rules.
Below is a copy of an original Military Modelling article regarding the Wargames Centre, God how I was envious of the set up when I read the article.
Peter Gilder had many contacts in the wargaming world, and was able to call on the talents of some of the best figure painters in the United Kingdom, including the great Tony Runkee, Doug Mason, Phil Robinson, Mark Allen, Mark Moon, Dave Thomas and many others who willingly created some of Gilder's most iconic units that were later published in the Miniature Wargames magazine, and inspired so many wargamers including myself.
Mamelukes painted by the great Doug Mason.
An image of some of the original figures from the centre, and later sold by Mike Ingham.
Mark Strachan of '1866 and All That' blogspot, has very kindly written a piece regarding his visit to the Wargames Holiday Centre in 1986, if any other reader has some anecdote to recount, then please get in touch and we will add it to the site.....
In August 1986 I made my first visit
to the UK as an adult. One of the highlights of that trip was to visit Peter
Gilder's Wargames Holiday Centre near Scarborough. gust 1986 I made my first visit to the UK as an adult. One of the
highlights of that trip
After a torturous 24 hour flight
from Auckland to the UK I spent some time at my aunt's house in Sussex
before heading to Nottingham then onto Doncaster where I visited Terry Wise's Athena Books, before making my way to Scarborough.
The week at the Holiday Centre included
a week's board, breakfast and dinner in a local hotel that I recall was a rabbit warren of a place - my room was up one or two
flights of stairs, turn left on a landing, up a couple of steps to another landing, then right, up two
more steps and around a corner.
On one occasion, after a few pints,
it took me quite a while to find that room.
On that Sunday evening I went down
to the dining room that was full of holiday makers, it was late summer after all, apart from two little
tables to one side where the wargamers sat. I seem
to recall that there were perhaps ten or twelve of us. After dinner we retired
to the bar where we met Peter.
He was a quiet man I thought, unassuming and someone you felt instantly at ease with. After introductions we all
piled into a mini van and raced off to the Holiday
Centre, that was about a 20 minute drive away, where for the first time we saw
the magnificent set up he had there.
The games room was in the back of the family home, set on perhaps an acre of
land and consisted of a long
rectangular building with two tables 27 feet long by 6 feet wide, and separated by a gap of 3 feet. Against one wall was
another 27 foot long table, but this time only
3 feet wide, that could be used as troop assembly area, or for off table manoeuvring.
After getting to know our host and
the gaming facilities we were given the keys to the mini van and went back to the hotel in Scarborough. That
van became our self-drive transport for the
week.
During the week there were four games played. The first was a Napoleonic,
followed by (not necessarily in order) Pony Wars and the Italian
Wars. The last two days were a refight of Austerlitz, played across two
tables and involving some 5,000 and some purpose built terrain boards - I
can remember trying to manoeuvre around those damned lakes. Thirty
years has passed since that
week, so the details of the games are long gone, but the spectacle is
still clearly remembered.
Each day we would arrive about 9:00 am and play solidly until Peter's wife and
daughter brought in
sandwiches for lunch. We would then play on until about 5:00 pm when we would all pile back into the mini van and return to
the hotel for dinner. Some evenings were spent back at the Holiday Centre,
while others were in the bar.
At least one evening was spent
hearing Peter's stories about his gaming past. Three of those come to mind;
One is from the vary early days of
gaming when he would game with
Donald Featherstone, Charles
Grant, Peter Young and a lesser known man called Bill Gunson. The five of
them used to travel to each other's homes around the country for a weekend
to play games. Peter described how they were went at Bill Gunson's place
for a weekend, arriving on the Friday and leaving on Sunday. On the Friday
night, Peter and Bill got into a rather heated discussion about rules
and Bill became so annoyed he tipped the
whole table over, dumping all the
figures on the floor, and stormed out. Featherstone turned to Peter and
said "well you've buggered that up, what are we going to do for the
rest of the weekend?" But Bill got over it, set the game up again,
apologised and they got on with it.
Another story was about when Peter was playing in and WRG Ancients final at
some convention in the
1970's. His opponent always seemed to roll high and Peter jokingly said " you
must have two sixes on that
die!", and someone looking more closely said "he has!"
With that the chap who had lost to
this guy in the semi-finals (and had had a few pints by this
stage) chased the chap around the hall in some sort of Benny Hill chase.
Peter won by default.
On another occasion, again from the very early days, was a game at Peter
Young's house, they had all gone to
bed when Peter Gilder heard a noise upstairs in the games room. He asked Charles Grant, "what is that noise?"
Grant replied, "its alright, it is just Peter putting back his
casualties."
Peter didn't play in the games at the Holiday Centre, and after setting up the
games he would just let us go, drifting back in from time to time. He told
me that he loved to watch people play. He liked to see the
interaction between player, the cries of delight in victory, the howls
of anguish in defeat and the arguments about rules. When I look at it
myself today, that human aspect is half the fun of my games.
I do remember that during that week I was on the losing side in every game! But
it was a fun week amongst some interesting players. If the truth
be told I enjoyed meeting Peter as much as anything else, not out of
any sort of hero worship, but more that he was the type of person with
whom you had that instant rapport.
Images from Mark's visit.