Another slow start and late get away -to Loch Lomond for brief look, then back to Dumbarton and found 4 High St which was Dad’s last address in Scotland-down a little alleyway and up a curved staircase to flats above the shops.
Then to Port Glasgow –depressed looking dreary town and sad looking dreary people (and it was raining!)- similar to Annie Mackenzie we were warned not to go to certain streets especially Bouverie St cos of the heroin addicts -some streets no longer exist and in some that still, do the buildings are no longer there ( PG bombed during WW11) –it was overcast and rainy. Found a number of the places where Mackenzie/Gaston ancestors had lived, all in the same small area. Highlight of Port Glasgow was finding the grave of Colin McKenzie, our great-grandfather, in the cemetery.
After the dreariness of PG it was a relief to find that Greenock and Gourock looked bright bustling and prosperous –there was a concern that things would get worse the further west we went.
Then onto red car ferry about 5pm and off to Dunoon, a gorgeous small town on the other side of the Clyde (which is incidentally the swine flu capitol of UK) to Katie and Willie’s where we had a very convivial evening –beautiful dinner and gorgeous wines, great conversation in a beautiful setting.
Then to Port Glasgow –depressed looking dreary town and sad looking dreary people (and it was raining!)- similar to Annie Mackenzie we were warned not to go to certain streets especially Bouverie St cos of the heroin addicts -some streets no longer exist and in some that still, do the buildings are no longer there ( PG bombed during WW11) –it was overcast and rainy. Found a number of the places where Mackenzie/Gaston ancestors had lived, all in the same small area. Highlight of Port Glasgow was finding the grave of Colin McKenzie, our great-grandfather, in the cemetery.
After the dreariness of PG it was a relief to find that Greenock and Gourock looked bright bustling and prosperous –there was a concern that things would get worse the further west we went.
Then onto red car ferry about 5pm and off to Dunoon, a gorgeous small town on the other side of the Clyde (which is incidentally the swine flu capitol of UK) to Katie and Willie’s where we had a very convivial evening –beautiful dinner and gorgeous wines, great conversation in a beautiful setting.
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