In the run up to our holiday, I mentioned to He Who Only... my Dad's old habit of growing a "holiday beard" while staying in the cottage over the summer. I realise this isn't exactly a new idea exclusive to the men of my family, but such was my excitement in the run up to our holiday that I kept blurting out this kind of useless information as and when it occured to me, any time any memory of my visits to the cottage came to me.
Buoyed on by my almost suspicious enthusiasm to see what might appear, He Who Only... duly began growing his holiday beard a week before we went away, all the better for getting a run up on it. We were initially apprehensive that some ginger would show up, as his brother is very much a Ginger Man, but as it turned out the holiday beard was almost a totally uniform colour (peppered slightly with some blondey bits that were dotted about here and there).
What I liked very best about the whole time He Who Only... had a beard (which was, in total, just over two weeks) was the fact that, every now and again for no particular reason he would turn to me and announce with delight "I am a hairy man!"