The Local

We have it pretty good in New Zealand. We’re usually less half an hour or less to the nearest track. Or beach. Or mountain. This weekend it was Woodhill Forest. Right on the door step. A 4x4 playground – for blasting out the cobwebs, making friends, and testing tow ropes.

I could tell you about Paul’s mud encounter, but he definitely has a different version of events, so I’ll let the pictures do the talking. Note the Jimny doing its best hippo impersonation below.