Private Lily and I had the great pleasure of attending the World Beard & Moustache Championships from 2nd to 4th October in beautiful Leogang, Austria.

Much fun was had, and I would like to thank our genial hosts for a splendidly warm welcome.

The inimitable Mr Iain Crockart took some super photographs of the hirsute contestants, all of which can be viewed on my Facebook page.

Warm regards,

Captain Peabody Fawcett

#Project60 is a monumental portrait series featuring some of the world’s most famous bearded gentlemen, and now also a delightful lady by the name of Harnaam Kaur. It has been masterminded by Mr Elbank, an esteemed English photographer who has recently returned from Australia after nine years of award winning work to create this timeless artifact with an important, life-saving message.

I am honoured to be involved, in my own small way, by supplying our bearded subjects with my moustache waxes and beard oil before each portrait session.

Thanks to widespread media coverage in The Guardian, The Daily Mail, The Huffington Post,  Metro and BuzzFeed, #Project60 has been elevated to an even greater importance for the people of Britain and indeed those overseas. As well as preserving these icons in all their photogenic glory, they will form a body of work which will help launch an important cancer fighting initiative by the name of Beard Season.

Beard Season is a non profit movement inviting gentlemen (and ladies if so gifted) to grow their beards for winter, get a skin check, and become an ambassador in the fight against melanoma.

Four years ago Mr Jimmy Niggles lost one of his best pals to melanoma at the age of 26. His name was Wes Bonny, and at his wake a group of his friends decided to start something which would encourage more people to have regular skin checks - a missing part of the solution for one of the world’s deadliest but most preventable cancers.

Not many men of their age had beards in those days and because his melanoma was on his neck they decided to cover up from the sun and let their facial follicles flourish, encouraging everyone who asked about them to have a skincheck and share Wes’ story.

Since launching in Australia Beard Season has recruited hundreds of ambassadors from over 27 countries, referred thousands of skin checks and enjoyed an average of one message a week from someone who has met a Beard Season ambassador, booked a skin check and found something which potentially could have killed them.

Melanoma kills more people in the UK and US than anywhere else in the world, second only to Australia. So by launching Beard Season in the Northern Hemisphere with a series like #Project60, we have a wonderful opportunity to make a big difference.

The best way for you to keep abreast of news from #Project60 is to follow our various social media thingummy pages which I shall list below. Thank you for your support chums.

Warm regards, Fawcett.

Instagram:

@BeardSeason 

@MrElbank 

@CaptainFawcett

Facebook:

This is Beard Season 

#Project60 for Beard Season 

Brock Elbank Photography 

Captain Fawcett

I say chums.... I am simply chuffed to bits to read that the esteemed Joe and Co. barbers to the notable have seen fit to lavish such praise on my very own 'Private Stock' Beard Oil. Quite superb.Thank you.

It has added a whistle to my lips and a hint of Spring to my step. Whatever next?

Carry On. Fawcett.

Without further ado it is my sincere pleasure to be able showcase my very latest cinematic effort, informing dear chums about the wonders of using Captain Fawcett's (CF.332) Private Stock Beard Oil. A delectable blend of fragrant essential oils fused with Sweet Almond, Jojoba and Vitamin E base oils, if used daily this elegantly scented balance of Cedarwood, Black Pepper, Patchouli and Palmarosa essential oils will soothe, moisturise and invigorate both skin and facial hair. Featuring the suave and sophisticated Ricki Hall. Shot in Sussex with the kind permission of Verralls Classic Motorcycles. Directed by Tom Woodrow. Produced by Geek Media Ltd.

I should like to take this opportunity to thank Mr Ricki Hall and of course my dear Mother, without whom none of this would have been possible.. but I digress.. Hurrah for the Hirsute!

Good Day. Fawcett.

The Captain and a few of his very dear chums were delighted to be invited to a simply splendid soirée hosted by the reputed Pall Mall Barbers, held at the Boisdale eaterie in Belgravia this Tuesday last. 

Great fun was had by all, as the canapés and Prosecco flowed thick and fast. The evening was only slightly let down by the no show of Miss Muriel Lavender (due to a slightly pressing previous engagement - ironing) and the rather small size of the haggis on a stick.

You can find some splendid images from the evening on my Facebook page.

Carry On Chaps. Fawcett.

Team Fawcett Movember Promo - Ylang Ylang from James Lightbown on Vimeo.

I say chums its all a little bit on the hush hush don’t you know, but a couple of old school blighters have clubbed together to form ‘Team Fawcett’ for Movember 2013. It’s a noble bid to raise some much needed coin for research into men’s cancer.. Have a dekko at the film and jolly well join in.
 
Damn fine fillies, what? But I digress.. nurse… NURSE …oh botheration. Fawcett.

In my most recent of travels I have scoured the globe, ranging as far afield as the foothills of the Smoky Mountains in the good ole USA to the deserts of Rajasthan, from the Snowy peaks of the Italian Tirol to the below sea level depths of the Norfolk fens I have indeed thrown caution to the wind and without fear or hesitation ventured into the leafy suburbs of Twickenham.

The quest? A bid to source the very finest ingredients for my very own range of tip top Gentleman's Grooming Requisites.

The finest Moustache Wax including the "hot off the press" firm hold 'Expedition Strength', the lovingly hand made small batch 'Private Stock' Beard Oil, and the delectable fragrance of the Captain's own 'Fougere' Eau de Parfum.

All these and a host more of simply superb items are to be found ensconced in this very website. Feast your eyes! You will not be disappointed. Good Day. Fawcett.

Greetings from the Arctic hinterland, where I have been ensconced with the Sami. Today we will travel with thousands of reindeer as they migrate to the coast in search of fresh summer grazing. However be assured that with the use of my patent pomade I am maintaining a stiff albeit upper lip regardless!

Toodle Pip. Fawcett.

Having hurtled south from Switzerland we have made our way past Lake Como via Briancon and on to Nice. Albeit a little weary, I find a small glass of pastis and a liberal application of one's patent pomade steels one for the rigours ahead! Carry on that man. Fawcett.

Please click here for my Grand European Tour Photograph Album.

Whilst passing through St Moritz I was reminded of dear old Blinky Blenkinsop's youngest sister Prunella, who if I recall correctly had attended a Swiss finishing school here some decades earlier. After an unfortunate dalliance that involved a little more than a 'how now brown cow' deportment lesson with a local ski instructor, a rarely referred to somewhat sordid episode that resulted in the birth of twins. Prunella was in the eyes of accepted society well and truly finished and returned to Cranleigh in disgrace!

I awake the next morning feeling more than a little dazed and with the Wild Boar and memories of the previous evening repeating on me, we head off toward Switzerland.

Regards, Fawcett.

Last evening we were guests of the wonderfully hirsute Englebert and his equally hairy young Russian bride Swetlana.

We dined well on roasted Jungwildschwein, wild foraged mushrooms and red currants, a delightful repast only marred by the attentions of the one eyed servant girl who fussed around our table, her curious stare transfixed into an off putting knowing wink.

Following a glass of mein hosts apfel schnapps we decided to turn in early, after all tomorrow will be another day!

Val-deri Val-dera
My knapsack on my back.

Fawcett.

In sub zero temperatures we motor on through the Austrian Alps. Hearing what can best be described as a trumpeting sound I cause to glance up and there high on the hill stands a lonely goatherd blowing on his alpine horn!
Regards, Fawcett.

Having left Twickenham Twickenham only a few, albeit arduous days ago we now find ourselves ensconced in Baden Baden. Time to spin the wheel of fortune. What.
Toodle Pip. Fawcett.

At midday and with a dire need to replace the pneumatic tyres on our charabanc we stop at roadside coaching inn. The restaurant is bedecked with stuffed and grotesquely mounted trophy kills. I am somewhat nonplussed to see staring down from the wall the dusty head of an old woman, her beady, glassy eyes follow our every move and I am more than a little perturbed by the hint of a wry grin hovering on her eternally frozen lips! On enquiry I learn that this unfortunate is non other than Frau Schnitzel, the proprietor's first wife. Good God! After a liberal application of my patent pomade we take our leave and press on into the German hinterland. Whatever next? Regards, Fawcett.

Rudely awaken at first light by the urgent clanging of the Monastery bells we dress in the dark and shuffle of to breakfast, a pickled repast consisting almost wholly of cold ham and beetroot. After a hesitant nibble we look at our maps and plan the best route into the Scharzwald in search of the Holy Grail of cakes. To sum up we leave our gloomy chateau in search of the elusive gateau!
Regards, Fawcett.

As dusk fell we crossed the border via the hazardous mountain pass that rips through the unsullied trois vierges from Belgium into the Grand Duchy of Luxembourg. With the barometer plunging we arrive at the fortified village of Vianden, our hearts leapt as we saw the welcoming lights of the Rue de Sanatorium and the pension Victor Hugo, our day was done. Fawcett.