Sunday morning on the Clyde. The famous old Waverley paddle steamer in all her glory.
A beauty in her own right. Pride of the Clyde.
She is a big boat, almost filling the width of the river itself. She is turned by a sturdy little tug boat – The biter. Don’t you just love that name. Biter pushes and nudges the reluctant old lady round to face the other way, pointing her out to sea.
It was a busy morning on the river. Just after I’d snapped the steamer heading off the seaplane came in to land.
All very Indiana Jones stuff as it whizzed in and skimmed on to the water.
Grace, speed, power – we were seeing it all on our little outing by the river. Seeing a different view on life from the usual cows in fields and greenery that makes up Walton’s Mountain….
Ready to take passengers up to Loch Lomond. Might not be Indiana Jones, but hey it does look like fun. Would love to have a go one day.
Boats and planes, even a train in the background as the steamer went out to sea. I’m sure there was a song about that once upon a time…..