Scrivs and I commanded the hirsuite Saxons, James and Phil hurled welshmen at us.
Truth to tell there wasn't a great deal of tactical finesses on display, but I did take lots of pictures. Which is nice. Most of the Saxons were Scrivs models, and most of the Welsh were James' with a few loaners on both sides courtesy of the nice chaps at Gripping Beast.
Over on the Welsh left a force of heavier cavalry pushed forward and caught some skirmishers napping.
In true Saxon style we responded to this threat by hurling our reserve cavalry in with gay abandon. The cavalry saw off their opponents in short order, but at the cost of the army general. (We allow characters to use several attacks, but doing so makes them more vulnerable - seems heroic and Dark Agey to us).