I made reference to the growth of a rugged beard whilst in Antarctica. I was wondering whether or not to keep it. Below is a photo of me before. (My rather smart Skipper’s jacket featured here was confiscated by Miles in Ushuaia on the basis that there was only one skipper on Pealgic Australis, and that was him. Thieving tyrant.):

.. and this is a photo of me after.

.. and this is a close up

I think you’ll agree it’s pretty scruffy. I look like cross between Robin Knox-Johnston, and an old tramp and Alan Sugar. In addition it itches and feels dirty, so it’s going ….

…  going ..

GONE   .. 

… and you will see that I managed to buy another Skipper’s jacket as well.

It’s so nice being myself again, rather than pretending to be someone I’m not.