Portrush was just as I remember it as a kid, cold wet and miserable. The last two times I have been up have been on crisp clear days, making Portrush look quite appealing. Today was much more traditional.
The Ramore was quality, I had Japanese Tempura Prawns, with loads of dips, wasabi, sweet chilli, and weird brown vinegary dips, that I am too uncultured to appreciate.To accompany the prawns, I had a huge bowl of 'Big Chips' and a pint of coldflow. I hear the howls of anger from the true stout drinkers, however I always hated stout until coldflow came on the scene.
The trip to the Bushmills Railway did not materialise, we hit Barrys instead, taking Rebecca's nephew on all the kiddies rides, he didn't seem too enthusiastic, which is surprising because he is enthusiastic about everything else, yet a carousel does not appeal.
I took a photo of the only bright thing I saw in Portrush: