The boat I saw wrecked on Monday

Finally found a picture of the boat I saw wrecked on the sea wall where I go running. I had no idea the storm was this bad. Turned out there was remnants of a cyclone that decided to swing by.

Click here for the article in the New Zealand Herald.

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