I should not drive on sand #4

This was one of those special moments where you would rather disappear up your own behind, rather than face the reality that you have been a magnificent arse-hat and done something spectacularly stupid.

One of the kind gentlemen who came to my rescue

I was in northern Hawke's Bay photographing driftwood for a story I was writing. After trudging for kilometres up and down the beach I decided it would be far easier if I just drove along the beach.

And this is what happened.

Enough said.