Paisley Canal to Langbank via Kilbarchan, Quarrier's Village, Kilmacolm & Finlaystone Park


The first part of this route follows the Sustrans 75 from Paisley Canal Station to Kilbarchan. Here at Kilbarchan, just follow the high street up to the right (north) which will take us past the Weaver's Cottage and the Steeple to the road on the left marked beneath in green on the map. This quiet back road takes us towards Lawmarnock. Take the next right into Bridge of Weir where we can rejoin the Sustrans path until the Quarrier's Village cut-off. Take the little path into Quarrier's Village and then just keep to the green route marked out below.




























The road from Kilmacolm to Finlaystone is beautiful. I didn't encounter one car on its short length. The first part up to the reservoirs is uphill though not too steep before sweeping down to Finlaystone House and its wonderfully wooded grounds.
















































The Weaver's Cottage (builded anno 1723 by Andrew & John Brydein) in Kilbarchan.

There are some wonderful old houses in Kilbarchan and a real village feel. This feel would be a lot stronger, and a lot more intimate if you didn't have so many cars running through the high street as if it were a drag strip. Personally, if I had anything to do with it, I would ban cars from the village with only local traffic and delivery vans allowed. Through traffic from Johnstone or Bridge of Weir would have to take the A761 which would not put them out of the way at all, and would leave Kilbarchan with its soul unscathed.

I do believe that T.C.F Brotchie when walking through Kilbarchan some time during the 1910s had a similar feeling towards the traffic which let's face it, would have been a lot less. He mentions this in his wonderful book Glasgow Rivers & Streams.



Just as Paisley had Tannahill, Kilbarchan had its own weaver poet, Robert Allan. The son of a flax dresser, Robert Allan was born in Kilbarchan in 1774. For most of his life he lived and worked as a silk weaver in the old part of the village known as Tounfoot. In the eighteenth century Tounfoot was a thriving community occupied by weavers and other tradesmen. It had a female school, a poor house and a Baptist meeting house. Tounfoot was demolished in the late eighteenth century and is now part of Glentyan Estate. Allan decided in his mid sixties to emigrate to America with his young son, but died six days after arriving due to a chill caught at sea. The monument here was erected by the Kilbarchan General Society in 1935.


Love Street in Quarrier's Village. 

William Quarrier was, as Alexander Gammie writes in The Story of the Orphan Homes of Scotland, 'one of the most remarkable men Scotland has produced', full of all the Scottish attributes of 'grit and determination, a sturdy independence, ruggedness and strength of personality.' Quarrier wasn't just 'one of Scotland's leading philanthropists, but also, in a wider sense, one of the Greathearts of history.' As a boy who grew up in the slums of inner Glasgow and was apprenticed out to a shoemaker at age 7 his rise to success and his responsibility for the redistribution of the wealth that he created is surely one of the tales that all our schoolchildren should be told. Here was a man that knew, in the words of another great Scottish philanthropist Andrew Carnegie, that to die with riches was to die in disgrace, and that with great wealth (or even a little) came great responsibility for its redistribution into the corners of the community that actually needed it, and not for the spurious pursuit of non-essential luxuries.

Much of the village has been sold off as private residences, but the Quarrier charity still owns most of the land and a significant part of the village itself. It is certainly worth a visit for its old world feel and beautiful pastoral setting, and to remind us that the rich and the wealthy (the financially successful) have an obligation and a duty to return this wealth to the community, and to the land that gave birth to them and nurtured them during their formative years.



























Judging from the Union Jack hanging limpidly above Duchal House, I guess the Lord and Lady who live here all year round will not be voting 'Aye' come referendum day. Apparently, after talking with the owner of the little gatehouse cottage at the entrance to the grounds, the Lord & Lady are not too fond of people cutting through their 'garden', but do not be afraid, you have every right to do so regardless of the big 'Private Road' sign they have put up at the entrance. One of the great things about Scotland's right to roam is that there really is no such thing as private, especially when it comes to large tracts of land being closed off simply because the residents suffer from guilt and fear complexes. If anyone dares to threaten you then you can simply suggest that they familiarise themselves with the Scottish Outdoor Access Code. The bottom line is that you are allowed to go anywhere you want in this country as long as you conduct yourself in a responsible and respectful manner.

Duchal Houses itself, a home of considerable magnitude, dates back to 1768, and the route here past the front of Duchal House continues on a gravel driveway for another 500 metres or so to the gate (which was wide open incidentally). You then cross the main road and continue into Duchal Woods and past the Pinewood Trout Fishery. The path is a little bumpy but I will often get off the bike and walk through the woods so I can hear them and properly inhale all that coolness. It's a lovely path which, eventually, gently ejects you out onto the main street in Kilmacolm.



























The idyllic Pinewood Trout Fishery in the peaceful Duchal Woods.



























The Auld Kirk in Kilmacolm. The back road to Finlaystone is just on the right at Frank Munro.



























The summit of the high road, now descending down to Finlaystone House and grounds.



























Finlaystone House. The estate here is the patrimony of the Cunninghams of Glencairn, and was largely the work of John Douglas c.1760. However, the house did undergo some re-modelling between 1898-1903 by J.J. Burnet who added a loggia to the forecourt and a massively columned staircase hall. One of the windows of the library bears the scribbled inscription of Robert Burns' initials who was a guest here some time around 1790.

From the grounds of Finlaystone it's easy enough to get to the train station at Langbank about a kilometre away. Just follow the green route on the map above exiting the grounds to the north where the motorway is. Here there is a sliver of pavement which will take us the short distance east to Langbank station and the train back to Paisley or Glasgow Central.

All in all, arriving at Paisley Canal at 11.30am and ending up at Langbank at 3.50pm, the route took, with plenty of stops along the way, just over 4 hours. The perfect afternoon really :)

[For information regarding the country houses shown above see John Fyfe Anderson's The Country Houses, Castles and Mansions of Renfrewshire]


Pollokshaws West Loop via Duncarnock Mount


Today, the day of the Commonwealth Games Marathon, I decided to take off from the strangled city and head up to the sacred mountain of Duncarnock, a classic crag and tail landform created by the flow of glaciers coming down from the north. I cycled through Pollok Country Park again to get to Pollokshaws West train station where I took the train up to Barrhead. Here, the backroad up towards Neilston is a beauty and really gets the blood flowing. Indeed, this whole route (as short as it is) is hills, hills, and more hills. And of course the views from most of these hills are impeccable.

Just follow the quiet road round (the dark blue line on the map ignoring any reddish lines!) to Craigton Farm and enter here following the path and then over the field towards the trig point at Duncarnock Mount. It's a great approach as you make your way through what appears to be an erratic field of boulders. And then of course you have that view. It's no surprise that this was a major hill-fort from ancient times.



























The little waiting room at the train station was jamming! South-west community cycles are based here and you can hire bikes at the station.


 

The classic north face profile of Neilston Pad which, if you're standing at the top of Crow Road or halfway up Byres Road, will reveal itself to any keen seers.


The crossroads at the top of the world. Just a mile or so from Neilston the whole valley opens up. The entrance to Snypes Dam is just on the left.


Duncarnock Mount, the classic form of a crag & tail, showing the flow of the glacier that created it (here, from north to south)



























An erratic boulder and limousin cow in the field approaching Duncarnock.




Coffee at the top of the world! (The trig point of Duncarnock)




























Awesome!!!! Note where the light is ;)


The road back down to the city is all downhill. It is the B769 which we access at Newton Mearns. It is a great little road, all the more so because of its slight downhill gradient, passing Patterton, Thornliebank and Pollokshaws West train stations. Since I live in Cessnock, I just cut through Pollok Country Park and over the motorway and I'm home. I estimated that the road back from Duncarnock to my home took me less than half an hour... Quite amazing really!



Howwood to Langbank via Bridge of Weir & Barscube Hill



































From Howwood train station follow the line marked in dark blue up towards Lawmarnock and around to Barnbeth on this quiet little detour to Bridge of Weir. Coming down into Bridge of Weir there are some old world villas that might make your eyes pop out for their size and renovations. From Bridge of Weir it's a case of cutting across the main road and taking the road past Gryffe School into the quiet 'leisure lanes' of East Renfrewshire. From here, it's quietness all the way to Langbank. Just follow the route marked in red below. There is also the option if you're feeling energetic to scale the smallish Barscube Hill from whose summit the views across the estuary to Dumbarton are impeccable, not to mention the views east and west. At Langbank there are regular trains to Paisley and Glasgow Central which we can catch.



































There's something quietly idyllic about the back roads of Renfrewshire. I'm not quite sure what it is that differs this particular shire from the likes of Dunbartonshire or Lanarkshire, or even Ayrshire. Maybe it's the various ridges and saddles of the land themselves as they eke out their paths down to Lochwinnoch, down to the estuary, and up above Paisley. The land here rolls like no other, and there is always this deep temporal sensation (to accompany the deep spatial one) of glaciers gliding oh so slowly across this land. Maybe it's the beautiful little villages that dot the land: Kilbarchan, Bridge of Weir, Quarrier's Village, Houston.... or maybe it's just the utter serenity that accompanies these back-roads and aptly named leisure lanes, a serenity that allows your involvement in everything else. In other words, a peacefulness so peaceful that you lose yourself to the moment and momentum, and, for the duration of your journey, (though it may seem paradoxical to say so), enables you, effectively, to step outside of time.

Outwith this temporal pressure, there is a levity that energizes and moves the body without the body having to try. Otherwise put, if these hills weren't where they were, I would hardly make it to the tops of them.

























The 'Temple', just north of Howwood on Kenmuir Hill, was used in the past as an observation post for tracking white deer.

From Howwood (hollow wood) follow the back-road up past Crossflat Farm on towards Lawmarnock. Just after Lawmarnock take the next left which will take us round to Barnbeth House and its lovely gardens, a rural country mansion built with shipping money by W.G. Rowan in 1914. The road swings past the golf course (plenty of benches here for taking a rest and admiring the views!) into the low-level housing of the Clevens area of Bridge of Weir, a sort of antithesis to the bourgeois Ranfurly district. From here, it is a very steep downhill into the village itself.


























St. Machar's Church and pine flavoured grounds in Ranfurly, Bridge of Weir. Almost Mediterranean! Again, however, with the church and the terrace being so close to three intersecting roads, the aura of the area is slightly spoiled by the speed, noise and pollution of cars, trucks and all the rest.

The small village of Bridge of Weir is a tale of two halves. On the south side of the old railway track (now the sustrans cycle and walkway) is the village proper, and on the north side is Ranfurly with its collection of rather fetching villas and townhouses. The village itself owes its origins to the cotton mills that grew up on the banks of the river Gryffe between the 1790s and 1840s. Ranfurly is more recent due to the railway line which offered Glasgow businessmen the opportunity to get away from the pollution and congestion of late 19th century Glasgow. 

The railway line first reached Bridge of Weir from Johnstone in 1864, and it was soon thereafter that many of Ranfurly's elegant villas were built. In 1871, to offer an incentive to those building a home in Bridge of Weir, The Greenock & Ayrshire Railway Company granted annual rail tickets at half their season ticket price for a period of seven years.



























At Castle Terrace in Bridge of Weir, formerly The Ranfurly Hotel (1882, Robert Raeburn), a couple of young cyclists set off on what looks like an all-day trip.



























A lovely modern loch-side cottage next to Haddockston House.



























The ungainly yet quite magnificent Barscube Hill. The views from its humble summit are amazing.


























Looking from Langbank station across the Firth of Clyde to the Kilpatrick Braes.





The Country Houses of Renfrewshire: From Paisley Canal to Bishopton via Houston & Barochan Hill-Fort

Having recently read the wonderful book The Country Houses, Castles & Mansions of Renfrewshire by John Fyfe Anderson I thought it was time to see some of them in the flesh so to speak. The route starting from Paisley Canal follows the sustrans cycleway until just after Linwood where we branch off onto the country lanes into Crossless and Houston. From Houston there are some lovely back lanes to take us up towards the kirk and the exquisite Houston House and grounds. The route is not a long one, maybe 10km or so, but the back roads and just the sense of the bucolic and pastoral this near to Glasgow is what makes it. There are a fair few woods this way too so plenty of shade if you happen as I did to be out cycling on the hottest day of the year (the day of the 2014 Commonwealth Games opening). All in all, another epic route, with only a few meetings along the way, mostly with pleasantly peaceful people or animals, and the odd tractor.


























Take the right fork for Bridge of Weir, Kilmacolm etc..



Leave the cycle path for the road at Lochermill and head for Crosslee & Houston.






















































Another lane, Quarry Brae in Houston, which has been left to its own devices, and is now blocked to pollutive traffic.



























The epic Houston House, recently refurbished and split into half a dozen apartments. Part of this grand manor may be as early as the 16th century, but the grandeur according to Frank Walker's Architectural Guide to Inverclyde & Renfrew is 'all Victorian swagger'. Most of the house dates from the late 1800s built to designs by David Thomson. 'Thomson's Baronial gathers the disparate pieces into a picturesque composition that culminates in a 77 foot tower rising above the entrance'. It really is quite an unexpected sight.



























Peter's Well and guardians...



























The owner of Barochan House, according to his mother who kindly let me in to take a few pictures, has barricaded the extant route with a steel gate preceded by these warning signs, fed up as he is with a 'lack of privacy'. I did mention to his kind mother, as politely as I could, that if you live in a castle or historically significant country mansion, maybe you should expect a few visitors from time to time. And I'm not entirely sure of the legality of such a move like closing off an existing road without providing an alternative right of way. That being said, the mother could not have been more accommodating in allowing me in and drving me around the estate.









Barochan Farmhouse & Courtyard



























The renovated Barochan House (the ancient sea of the Flemings) which has been added to since its original inception. The owner, according to his mother, 'always wanted to live in a park'.


Barochan Hill - just cut across the field and up the hill and then down to the left avoiding the conifers at the top to the quarry which will spit you out onto Reilly Road which will take you round the back of the ordnance site. Near to this lane here is where the Celtic Barochan Cross was found and transplanted to Paisley Abbey.


























These cows thought I was going to feed them, and when I didn't they all bolted as if they were horses![Taken from the summit of Barochan Hill which used to house a hillfort. Note the unglamorous hump of Barscube Hill on the left horizon, another hill with attitude not altitude and a worthy excursion at any time of the year for its wide sweeping views over the estuary and across to Dumbarton and beyond].



























Cows galloping!!!! Marvellous. [The Kilpatrick Braes are in the distance].



























Passing by the Royal Ordnance site behind Bishopton. It's all very sealed off.



























From Reilly Road looking north to the Kilpatrick Hills



























The Mill-House of Formakin Estate. When the stockbroker J.A. Holms came here in 1903 only an old meal mill and a few farm dwellings existed. Within a decade Holms and his architect Robert Lorimer (and the builders) had transformed the scene adding gardens, gate lodges and stables, and a large mansion house. Everything was conceived in the purest Scotch I`ve ever done as Lorimer put it, and built to the highest standards of craftsmanship.
























Gatehead



























Just by Whitemoss Farm at the junction with the Old Greenock Road



























Another short road converted into a noise and pollution free corridor for those who prefer to move under their own steam...

Follow the Old Greenock Road down to the main drag and then follow it for another 1km or so to the train station.  It's one stop to Paisley Gilmour Street which carries on into the city centre, but you can get off and cycle the 1km between Gilmour Street and Paisley Canal if you did as I did and started off from Dumbreck.




A Constellation of Stations: Train + Bike = Yes

From his article I Now Pronounce You Husband and Bike: Marrying Cycling and Public Transport, Julian Ferguson writes:

Cycling has the potential to change how people think about public transport. And in the suburbs, where car use tends to be higher, cycling extends the 'catchment area' of transport. 9-16 more stops are within reach with a bicycle than on foot.

 'Train + Bike = Yes'


From these 8 stations I can reach any point on the Scotrail Network. Plus, I have total access to the Strathclyde area and beyond (from the dozen or so different lines represented here) without having to change trains. What's more, the ten or fifteen minute cycle to or from the station is just the warm-up (or warm-down) you need. And for the likes of Maxwell Park, or Pollokshaws West, the cycle there through parks is a great start to any journey. For those stations north of the river (Partick, Exhibition Centre, Central and Queens Street) there is a lovely cycle across and alongside the river.

It appears I have chosen the ideal place, in Cessnock, to live, but I imagine, as Ferguson points out above, that wherever you are (and this is the point), and with the added benefit of a bicycle, you are always in an ideal place!



























Scottish trains are not the best for carrying bikes but they are getting better...




the car is still seductive for many because it means door-to-door transport. A train ride for example will mean having to walk or take the extra bus/tram journeys at the start and end of the journey. Understandably, many simply can’t be bothered.
It’s time to revisit this cliché: Imagine if a public transport (PT) provider could offer a door-to-door trip, anywhere in a city? Well the answer is right under their noses: the bicycle.
- See more at: http://www.ecf.com/news/i-now-pronounce-you-husband-bike-marrying-cycling-and-public-transport/#sthash.EN6Sc7Gr.dpuf






























Polish trains on the other hand have a whole wagon dedicated to bikes!



























Danish trains also have fantastic provision for carrying bicycles...


There’s a global push to get people out of cars and onto public transport (PT). Grid-locked roads are hurting economies (some 3% of GDP in OECD countries), and they’re making cities unpleasant, noisy and polluted places to live. While there’s no doubt that air pollution is a killer, you may be shocked to learn that 50,000 Europeans die each year because of traffic noise. Indeed, we’re finally realizing that we need to change the way we move.
Yet despite this push, the car is still seductive for many because it means door-to-door transport. A train ride for example will mean having to walk or take the extra bus/tram journeys at the start and end of the journey. Understandably, many simply can’t be bothered.
It’s time to revisit this cliché: Imagine if a public transport (PT) provider could offer a door-to-door trip, anywhere in a city? Well the answer is right under their noses: the bicycle.
Cycling has the potential to change the way people think about PT. And in the suburbs, where car use tends to be higher, cycling extends the “catchment” area of transport. 9-16 more stops are within reach with a bicycle than on foot.
- See more at: http://www.ecf.com/news/i-now-pronounce-you-husband-bike-marrying-cycling-and-public-transport/#sthash.EN6Sc7Gr.dpuf
There’s a global push to get people out of cars and onto public transport (PT). Grid-locked roads are hurting economies (some 3% of GDP in OECD countries), and they’re making cities unpleasant, noisy and polluted places to live. While there’s no doubt that air pollution is a killer, you may be shocked to learn that 50,000 Europeans die each year because of traffic noise. Indeed, we’re finally realizing that we need to change the way we move.
Yet despite this push, the car is still seductive for many because it means door-to-door transport. A train ride for example will mean having to walk or take the extra bus/tram journeys at the start and end of the journey. Understandably, many simply can’t be bothered.
It’s time to revisit this cliché: Imagine if a public transport (PT) provider could offer a door-to-door trip, anywhere in a city? Well the answer is right under their noses: the bicycle.
Cycling has the potential to change the way people think about PT. And in the suburbs, where car use tends to be higher, cycling extends the “catchment” area of transport. 9-16 more stops are within reach with a bicycle than on foot.
- See more at: http://www.ecf.com/news/i-now-pronounce-you-husband-bike-marrying-cycling-and-public-transport/#sthash.EN6Sc7Gr.dpuf
There’s a global push to get people out of cars and onto public transport (PT). Grid-locked roads are hurting economies (some 3% of GDP in OECD countries), and they’re making cities unpleasant, noisy and polluted places to live. While there’s no doubt that air pollution is a killer, you may be shocked to learn that 50,000 Europeans die each year because of traffic noise. Indeed, we’re finally realizing that we need to change the way we move.
Yet despite this push, the car is still seductive for many because it means door-to-door transport. A train ride for example will mean having to walk or take the extra bus/tram journeys at the start and end of the journey. Understandably, many simply can’t be bothered.
It’s time to revisit this cliché: Imagine if a public transport (PT) provider could offer a door-to-door trip, anywhere in a city? Well the answer is right under their noses: the bicycle.
Cycling has the potential to change the way people think about PT. And in the suburbs, where car use tends to be higher, cycling extends the “catchment” area of transport. 9-16 more stops are within reach with a bicycle than on foot.
- See more at: http://www.ecf.com/news/i-now-pronounce-you-husband-bike-marrying-cycling-and-public-transport/#sthash.EN6Sc7Gr.dpuf

Paisley Canal to Glengarnock via Glennifer Braes & Beith


From the top right (Paisley Canal) to the bottom left (Windyhill) via the dark blue line.

Around the southern edge of Barcraigs Reservoir and through the single track back roads of upper Beith.

The Glasgow rail network is a joy to travel outside the rush hours of commuting times. Indeed, even the rush hours aren't so bad. This is not London after all. It is Glasgow, a geographically spacious and liberally populated metropolis, that always seems (outwith the crazed shopping corridors of Buchanan Street and Sauchiehall Street) to have breathing space all around. Part of this space no doubt filters in from the perimeter hills that are always visible from the city no matter where you are. The other part comes inevitably from the 600,000 population, a far cry from London's 5 million plus or Edinburgh's congested tourist hub. 

With the most extensive suburban rail network outside London, Glasgow for the bike + train stravaiger is a joy to explore. And, as you've probably guessed by now, I have a rather broad definition of what and where Glasgow actually is. As the American anthropolgist Edward Twitchell Hall was apt to say, the limits of the self extend far beyond the body.

Living as I do in Cessnock just a couple of miles west of the city centre, I have a constellation of train stations to choose from and which will propel Pegasus and I to the furthest reaches of the Glasgow universe. It means that the day-trip is now extended across a wider territory, ostensibly almost as far down as the English border. At the moment however I am rippling out slowly, so it may be a year or two before I take that wonderful train down to Berwick upon Tweed and cycle out to Lindisfarne.

Today, I kick off from Dumbreck Station, another first for me, despite it being the nearest train station to me, a mere few minutes away on the bike over the motorway overpass and by Bellahouston Secondary School. The line is one of the quaintest in all the rail network, and is possibly the only railway line in Glasgow that is also a cycle path (when it arrives at its terminus Paisley Canal, the platform seamlessly joins the Sustrans 75 cycle path).

It's a 13 minute ride from Dumbreck to Paisley Canal and there is a touch of the bucolic (and the historic) along the way as the fields of Bathgo Hill swell up at Ralston, and Leverndale water tower and Crookston Castle pass by.


























Exiting from Paisley Canal Station, looking north, you can just see the tops of the Kilpatrick Hills amidst the cupolas and roofs of Paisley. (The route heads the other way, south, up the hill...)

From the station to the 'car park in the sky' on the Glennifer Braes it's no more than a few kilometers in distance, and yet, it is a fair old slog due to some of the hills and the helter skelter nature of the route there. Like the climb up from Barrhead station into the Lochliboside Hills, this is a climb that really gets the blood flowing. By the time we are up on the Glennifer plateau, and with those views behind us, body and mind have fallen by the wayside and we are now fully enlightened beings ;)


























Looking over Stanely Reservoir and Paisley towards the Kilpatrick and Campsie hills. (Stanely Castle, well worth a visit, is obscured by a bush at the bottom left of the reservoir).

The roads up on the plateau are sublimely empty and the open wide space palpable. 



























The view from Cuff Hill looking north over Kirkleegreen, Cuffhill, and Barcraigs reservoirs towards the Kilpatrick Hills. On the far left in the hazy distance is Ben Lomond, and on the far right, not too far away, is Walls Hill Fort which we skirted round the back of in order to get here.



























A view of the west front of Lochlands Hill, upon which Saint Inan used to give his outdoor sermons. One of the stones is known as the Logan Stone or Inan's Chair. See if you can discover which one!

Not too far from here, and perhaps carrying on where Inan left off (c.835AD), is the mill farmhouse of Davies o' the Mill where the Scottish apostle of the simple life Dugald Semple lived for some time with his wife Cathie. Semple (related to the Semples of Castle Semple fame) was a very interesting character who sought to live the simple life in tune with nature. He was known as the hermit of Linwood Moss when he spent a year living there in his bell-tent and then a 'wheelhouse' (a horse-drawn wagon) before vast crowds forced him to decamp to Bridge of Weir. The title of his books (extremely hard to find) speak for themselves: The Joy in Living, Life in the Open, A Free Man's Philosophy... Semple was particularly fascinated with food and how we had strayed from a natural, healthy diet to one which clogged our arteries and clouded our brains. He was writing about this in the early 1900s (he lived from 1884-1964) until his death. If he were alive today and privy to some of the absolute nonsense we put in our bodies (and the absolute nonsense being put on our supermarket shelves), not to mention the scale of obesity around the westernized world, he would simply say (and be quite right to do so), 'I told you so...' Too many people 'making a living' and not living itself.


























The steeple of Beith. Coming down from the golf course and the quarry.



























Beautiful Beith (from Old Irish 'beithe' meaning birch tree).

Through Beith, a beautiful old Scottish toon with 'inns' not pubs, it is another 10 or fifteen minutes to Glengarnock train station and the train back to either Paisley or Glasgow Central.