We piled into granda's van at 11 o'clock and headed to Portrush. It was rainy and windy and not at all a nice day. I wasn't feeling it at all this year. I wasn't in the mood to get drenched, I didn't want to have to do a complete outfit change for Amy after she inevitably falls in to the sea and I didn't want to have to sit in wet leggings myself, but I didn't want to break tradition either. I was thankful for the warm van. What a grump I am, but at almost 37 weeks pregnant, I'm sure no one blamed me?