The British brother beard

My husband Max has a good buddy named Nick. Nick lives in London and is a lovely fellow. Am I only using the word 'fellow' because he's English? Quite possibly, but regardless, he's a good dude. Before I started this blog (when it was simply a creepy fixation), I told Nick of the redbeard phenomenon. He understood immediately and said, "Yep, my brother has a big one."

A few days later he texted us a photo of his bro, but whether it was lighting or what, the pic didn't really support the claim. The beard looked blondish and not worthy of being posted. But then a few weeks/months/I forget later, Nick saw his brother again at a wedding and THIS TIME the glorious redbeard was captured on film. So there we have it. Please enjoy.