Portstewart is my favourite place on the planet. I love its sleepy streets, beautiful scenery, the smell of the ocean, the long walk from the prom to the beach… I’ve pounded every inch of it’s streets and back alleys in the last few years.
In the summer, the cruisers take over. Young men with large car exhuasts. They drive round and round in circles trying to impress young women.
Excuse me, but if you need a car to impress me, I have strong concerns about your social skills.
Please stop hogging and ruining my favourite place.
[I told you. Ally was much more meaningful. No seriously, you should go read his blog.]