My late husband was a tall man who had a beard and played Rugby Union in his younger days. He had long, hairy and very muscley legs.
When I first knew him (in his pre-beard days) we went to St Annes one hot day and I saw him in swimming trunks for the first time. I swear to God, if he'd had skinny legs I wouldn't have gone out with him again. As it was - he passed.
