I know - there's a bit of flare in that one. When I were a lad there were no barriers to stop you from falling over the edge onto the rocks below - fear kept you well away from the edge.
Turn around and you see Portstewart in all it's glory:
Well, you have to look past Missy and one of her American cousins first, but you get the gist. This one from a year or two ago. It's a grand wee place to come on a summer evening, is Portstewart Prom...amble up and down, take in some good seaside air, play on the swings a bit, have an ice-cream. Can't wait.