Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Portrush, right? The sun’s shining, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was anything but chill.
First off, I head down to the Harbour Road. You know, the one with all the boats and stuff? I’m just minding my own business, enjoying the salty air, when I spot this seagull. Not just any seagull, but the biggest, meanest one I’ve ever seen. I swear it looked at me like I owed it money. I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m just here for the views.” But nah, it swoops down and steals my sandwich right outta my hand! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?”
So, I’m hungry now, right? I decide to hit up this little café on Causeway Street. The coffee’s decent, but the barista? Total character. She’s got this wild hair and a tattoo of a fish on her arm. I ask her about it, and she goes off about how it symbolizes freedom or some deep stuff. I’m just trying to get my caffeine fix, lady! But hey, I’m all for a good story, so I nod along, pretending to care.
After that, I stroll down to the beach. Portrush’s beaches are stunning, man. White sand, blue water, the whole shebang. I plop down on the sand, ready to soak it all in. But then, outta nowhere, a bunch of kids start a sandcastle competition. They’re yelling and laughing, and I can’t help but smile. It’s like a scene from a movie. But then, one kid kicks a ball, and it lands right next to me. I’m like, “Great, now I’m part of the competition.”
I toss the ball back, and they cheer. I’m feeling like a hero for a sec, until one of the kids runs over and asks if I can help them build a castle. I’m like, “Me? Build a sandcastle? I’m a clergyman, not a sand architect!” But I can’t say no to those little faces. So, I end up on my knees, building this epic sandcastle. It’s got towers, a moat, the works. I’m sweating like a sinner in church, but it’s worth it.
Then, just as I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, I hear this commotion. Turns out, a dog’s run off with one of the kids’ buckets. The kid’s crying, and I’m like, “Oh no, not on my watch!” So, I jump up, channel my inner superhero, and chase after the dog. I’m running down the beach, yelling, “Stop, thief!” It’s ridiculous. I finally catch up, and the dog just looks at me like, “What’s your problem, mate?”
I manage to get the bucket back, and the kid’s face lights up. I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, I realize I’ve lost track of time. I’ve got a meeting at the church on Main Street. I sprint back, sand everywhere, looking like a hot mess.
I get to the church, and everyone’s already there. They’re all staring at me like I’ve just come from another planet. I’m outta breath, trying to explain why I’m late. “Sorry, folks! Had a sandcastle emergency!” They just laugh, and I’m like, “You think this is funny?” But honestly, it was a blast.
After the meeting, I head back out. I’m walking along the Promenade, and the sun’s setting. It’s beautiful, man. The sky’s all pink and orange, and I’m just soaking it in. I think about how Portrush is such a gem. The people, the views, the unexpected adventures.
I finally make my way to the Arcadia, grab a fish and chips, and sit by the water. I’m reflecting on the day, and I can’t help but chuckle. From seagull heists to sandcastle building, it’s been a wild ride. Portrush, you’ve got my heart. What a day, what a day!