The marauding crowds, stretching right down the ornate, Victorian, covered platform were all heading for the ferry to Rothesay. And unlike today's holiday travellers, there's not a pair of short or flip-flops to be seen. Most of them are in Macs and bunnets, ideal for the Clyde coast in July.
Although today's annual holiday exodus looks less like the evacuation from Dunkirk, the rush from the Wemyss Bay train to grab a good spot on the ferry is still a daily reality.
Once you step from the train onto the worn and tar-stained wooden platform and catch that first whiff of salty sea air, you just know you're in for a great time.