Port Stíobhaird · Co. Derry
A two-mile beach you can drive on, an Italian ice-cream shop since 1911, and a convent on the cliff.
Portstewart is the quieter half of a seaside double act. Portrush, six minutes up the coast in Antrim, took the railway, the funfair, and the noise. Portstewart took the convent, the promenade, and the long beach. The split happened on purpose — John Cromie, who owned the place in the 1850s, wouldn't let the railway in for fear of what it would do to Sunday. The trains stopped a mile out at Cromore Halt, and the town stayed the kind of town it wanted to be.
The shape of it is simple. A small harbour at the south. A curved Promenade running north from there for half a mile, with Morelli's ice-cream shop halfway along and the Crescent — a sheltered park with a paddling pool and a fountain — set back behind it. The Dominican College, a Gothic pile built as a private castle in 1834 and bought by the Dominican Sisters in 1917, sits on the headland at the north end and is the silhouette every postcard uses. Beyond the cliff, the Strand. Two miles of golden sand owned by the National Trust, with cars driving on it like it's normal, because here it is.
It's a Coleraine satellite as much as a resort. Ulster University's Coleraine campus is six kilometres away, and a third of the housing here is student lets. In term that means lights on in winter; out of term, in summer, the place fills with golfers, surfers, motorbikes, and ice-cream queues. Royal Portrush is in Antrim. Portstewart Golf Club, founded 1894, has its own three courses on the dunes south of the Strand and has hosted the Irish Open. None of this is a secret.
Come for a long weekend with the wind in your face. Walk the cliff path to Portrush in the morning, drive onto the Strand for lunch at Harry's Shack, do the Promenade and a Morelli's cone in the evening. Two days does it. Three if the weather behaves and you take the boat out.