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![]() Morning arrival in any port is a glory that makes the early rising worthwhile, and the approach through the Firth of Clyde up to the waters of the Clyde River itself was just magnificent. |
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A distant
loch beckons unheeded, the great hills like friendly beasts, as we move
past towards the little port town which serves Glasgow. |
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Land in view for the first time in days. |
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I was not
alone in enjoying the pleasures of the breaking day, nor in my determination
to record it, however inadequately. |
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![]() We approach our berth amidst the cranes and sheds of Greenock. |
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Behind us
the fog rolls down in great billows over the hills. |
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With due respect we fly the flag of the nation whose shores we approach. | |||||||||
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We boarded a commuter train in Greenock, getting off in Glasgow. This was the first heartening sign that the World Trade Center attacks had affected people all over the world. | |||||||||
I loved the
Crystal Palace intricacies of Glasgow Station's skylights. |
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Glasgow is a mecca for students of design, particularly since the work of Charles Rennie Mackintosh found its fullest flowering. This detail shows just a portion of the stunning design he worked for the College of Art. |
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![]() A compelling staircase in the Hunterian Art Gallery. |
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As is the norm for cruise travel, our visit to the city was all too short. Sooner than we would have liked, it was time to make our way back to Greenock and Norway. | |||||||||
Metal detectors had been placed in the shed in front of the ship, giving a hint at the new precautions that had become necessary since the 11th. |
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This bagpipe and drum corps greeted us on our return, and I was moved. | |||||||||
Down an old-fashioned
gangplank, right from the pier. |
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The utilitarian entry usually used when tendering. | |||||||||
It had been a rainy day, gray and wet and emotional. Many passengers gathered at the promenade deck windows, looking out on the docks of Greenock. |
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The clouds part in the distance to reveal Scotland's hilly greenness. | |||||||||
More breaks
in the clouds. The decks dry up in time for the sailaway. |
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Getting ready to leave, the rails becoming a bit crowded. |
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Crew members
gather on the off-limits stern deck which once seated Tourist Class passengers
on France. |
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We have edged away from the dock and are preparing to turn. | |||||||||
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Others enjoy the sailaway. | |||||||||
![]() A fine tribute from the port as we depart. |
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A group of
local ship enthusiasts had chartered a historic excursion boat to follow
us as we left. Here they turn back towards shore. |
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And we turn into the Firth of Clyde, heading south towards the North Channel and the Irish Sea. | |||||||||
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![]() The tiling at the International Deck entry to the Sports Bar betrays its former guise as Checkers Cabaret. |
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