Bizarre angles, palisade fences, distant clatters.
There are lines you don’t cross.
This is the hinterland.
Remove me from here, place me in my dreams.

The Black Path is one I’ve walked many times, from the conurbations of Middlesbrough to the coast. Pushing ahead through the industrial areas by the railway line. It’s quite a journey. A feast for all the senses, atmospheric, especially when the weekly test of the apocalyptic sirens from the industrial sites wail as you walk.

I did a lot of research into the paths along here whilst working in a local Public Rights of Way department — mainly into the Sailors Trod.