Being raised by my granny, I remember her taking me and my older sister on the odd trip on the Waverley back in the 50’s.
Another interesting memory was both my sister and I being put aboard the Royal Scotsman in the evening as she prepared to sail from the Broomielaw for Belfast. Both of us sat on deck throughout the night voyage, name tags around our necks and met upon docking in Belfast the next morning by our Irish relatives. By today’s standards, this would be unthinkable to let kids travel unescorted by adult family members but back then I suppose we all looked out for each other with no harm likely to befall us.
Like Liverpool and London etc, the Clyde was an exciting place to be especially 10 or so years later when I was outward bound on a long voyage.