Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. Portstewart, you wild little gem, you’ve got my heart racing and my head spinning. So, I woke up, right? Sun shining through my window like it’s trying to blind me. I’m like, “Ugh, not today!” But hey, it’s Portstewart, so I roll with it.
First stop, the Promenade. I mean, who can resist a stroll along the beach? The waves crashing, seagulls squawking like they own the place. I’m just vibing, feeling the salty breeze. Then, bam! I trip over a rock. Classic me. I’m sprawled out, looking like a beached whale. Some old lady laughs. I shoot her a glare. Like, c’mon, lady, have some compassion!
After that little fiasco, I decide to grab a coffee at the Coffee Dock on the Strand. Best flat white ever! Seriously, I could swim in it. But then, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting about who left the milk out. I’m just sitting there, sipping my coffee, thinking, “Get a grip, guys!” But it’s Portstewart, so I guess drama is the norm.
Next, I wander down to the Harbour. The boats are bobbing around, looking all cute and stuff. I’m snapping pics like a tourist. Then, I spot this guy trying to fish. He’s got this massive rod, and I’m like, “Dude, you sure you know what you’re doing?” He catches a tiny fish, and I can’t help but laugh. “Nice catch, mate!” He gives me the dirtiest look. I mean, come on, it’s not my fault you’re not reeling in a whale!
Then, I head over to the West Strand. The beach is packed! Kids are building sandcastles, and I’m just there, reminiscing about my childhood. I used to be a sandcastle architect, you know? But now, I’m just a writer with a bad back. I plop down on the sand, and this kid runs past, kicking sand all over me. I’m covered! I’m like, “Hey, little dude, ever heard of personal space?” But he just giggles and runs off. Kids, man. They’re a different breed.
After that, I’m feeling a bit peckish, so I hit up the local chippy, The Strand Fish & Chips. Best chips in the UK, no contest! I order a portion, and while I’m waiting, I chat with the owner, a lovely bloke named Dave. He’s telling me about the history of Portstewart. Did you know it was a Victorian seaside resort? I mean, how posh is that? I’m munching on my chips, and I can’t help but feel a bit fancy myself.
But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, proper rain. I’m sprinting back to my car, chips flying everywhere. I’m soaked, and my hair looks like a wet mop. I’m laughing at myself, thinking, “This is just classic Portstewart.” I hop in the car, and I’m like, “Okay, let’s get outta here.”
But wait! I remember I wanted to check out the Portstewart Golf Club. I’m not a golfer, but the views are supposed to be epic. So, I drive over, and wow, it’s stunning! The cliffs, the sea, the whole shebang. I’m standing there, taking it all in, and I feel this wave of gratitude. Like, how lucky am I to be here? But then, I see a sign that says “No trespassing.” Oops. I’m not trying to get kicked out of Portstewart!
As the day winds down, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised, you name it. I drive back along the coast, the sun setting, painting the sky in pinks and oranges. It’s beautiful, and I can’t help but smile. Portstewart, you’ve been a rollercoaster, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, that’s my day. Full of laughs, a bit of drama, and a whole lotta Portstewart charm. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!