We get back on the train to Greenock and re-start at the birthplace of the legendary James Watt. I stand near a monument to horsepower trying to work out where exactly the building he was born in stood but as Jennie has already disappeared to greet the Clyde, I give up and follow. History is one of the many good excuses for our walks talking so much longer than they are supposed to. 'O roaring Clyde, ye roar ower loud, |
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