Mo-Fo

The Lovely Ange didn't realise I would take advantage of the stubble grown during our walk of the Routeburn, to allow it to flourish into a full beard. The best bit about a beard is shaving it off in new and exciting ways.

This was stage three with two more to go.
Stage One = venerable (old)
Stage Two = Patriarcal (old and bossy)
Stage Three = MO-FO
Stage Four = Porn Star
Stage Five = Mrs Schicklgruber's little boy

Glad to see it go, though. I've not grown one in twenty years and it feels like there's something crawling on your face.