In Renfrewshire, Scotland, where a narrow little creek called the River Cart joins the twisting Clyde there is a fertile fan-shaped farm. It boasts three good fields, a bit of useless swamp, a shaded dirt road. For the past year what made it different from all other farm land in Scotland was that every time its farmer raised his eyes from the furrow he saw towering over his head the vast stern and mountainous superstructure of the greatest ship ever built in Britain, Queen Mary. When the farmer looked up from his field last...
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