Or: Fergie saves the day
Or: Patrick the Good Samurai.
(As Christine points out: AGAIN!!!!)
I have NO IDEA what these folk were doing, lurking around on the edges of the Waimea Estuary just under the cottage with a rising tide, but I can tell you from personal experience, the mud is like a magnet.
After watching them faffing around for 10 minutes with bits of driftwood (!) and then retreating to the car to keep out of the rain, I called Patrick, warning him of the impending appearance of a bedraggled amorphous muddy object, pleading for help.
“I’d better go and have a LOOK then, John” he said.
5 minutes later, Fergie trundles down the track, armed with chains and still adorned with the hay mower and shortly after, one hears Patrick’s “Let’s give it a GO, then….”
Sucking noise, Fergie chugg-chuggs up onto the hard, followed by a RAV 4 that was very close to having scrap value.
The tide was maybe 3 metres short.
Very chastened vehicle just crept up the road.
Don’t think they’ll be back in a hurry….