When the wind comes around

Fuck me! So it's pretty windy here today, nothing like a good Wellington southerly, but still windy - and warm. So I decided to go down the beach to check it out because i could hear the surf from my house (about 3 blocks away). Sure enough, the surf was up, although not as much as you might expect, but probably because there was not a lot of swell, just wind chop. And the wind was blowing, and boy was it blowing! It was like a desert wasteland down the beach, all trace of other humans had gone. Anyway, to cut a long story short, I stood behind a log on the beach just after I had been paddling in the water...and got sand blasted! The photo shows that the wind was blowing the sand so hard that it pierced my skin and drew a bit of the old claret!

Moral of the story: wear long solks for walking, like Mr. Wildeboer from Taupo-Nui-A-Tia College.