The wind is still phenomenal but we’re finally out along the river Tees. With its presence in British industrial history, you’d expect it to be larger. Mile upon mile of steaming chimneys and alloy clad buildings behind fences line the route with the river wide and free the other side. Underneath it’s old marshland that once supported thriving populations of seal, migrating fish and many kinds of birds, all of which are coming back thanks to the closure of most of the steel and restrictions on what you can dump in the river, eg. no more arsenic ICI. Again it’s pretty lovely. All that space and wild winds blowing fresh from the sea.