Beardbury is upon us, and like the mighty followers of Zeus we look for our own Herculian redeemer to lead us in the way of the Van Dyke and French Fork, to the promised land of the “Franz Josef”.
But we turn to find that we are without the great loaf-roaster, no bryce-icles to be seen. His likeness not seen on the beardburybelfast.com oracle’s ball for 2 weeks! Has his soul stopped glowing?
No fear me harties, me beard didn’t let me down, it was my lack of bothering to upload the photos, but they’ll be up soon, I’ve sent them on. I’m now quite clean-shaven, and missing the old girl already.