With
a train involved both in getting to the start and getting back from the end of
the leg, parking at Thornaby station is
a forgivable extravagance at £2.80; and
another £2 gets me a couple of stops down the line to South Bank station. The
view from the footbridge is not inspiring and neither is the notice on the
Teesdale path waymark, which notifies of closure at a condemned bridge up
ahead. The diversion is via the A1085, which will introduce a lot of tarmac
into the route.
Undeterred
I set off down the familiar path alongside the railway, soon bounded on the
right by a couple of large pipelines. Across the railway are the remains of
some foundry or other that, despite seeming derelict, seems to still be flaring
off some by-product. The day is fresh but here the air is heavy and I feel the
need to breathe through a hanky for a few hundred yards.
After
just a mile a tangle of road and rail bridges leads me to judge it time to get
off the path and seek the diverted route. An exit leads past a Network Rail
van, through a service yard to the road, but unfortunately a locked, ten foot
high, spiked gate bars the way. It looks from the map that I need to go another
half-mile or so down the path to find another way onto the road and return the
half mile back to this point. As I turn resignedly, the Network Rail driver
emerges from nowhere and happily lets me out.
This
is Tees Dock Road, and does what you would expect, with lorries thundering to
and from the port. After half a mile, negotiating a couple of roundabouts, the
A1085 (known locally just as the trunk road) is reached and it runs dead
straight and pan flat for two miles between the steel works (once British
Steel, then Corus, and now Tata) and the chemical plants of Wilton (once ICI
and now a hotchpotch of successors).
It’s
a lonely old walk and the only other creature at large (outside of a vehicle)
is, bizarrely, a deer that peers at me from the embankment that separates the
road from the steelworks, before making its way back down into the wilderness
of what now must be surplus land being re-claimed by nature.
As
the dual carriageway starts to rise over the railway, an overgrown slip road to
nowhere goes off to the left and this leads, at said railway, back onto the
Teesdale way path proper again. Turning right leads up some steep wooden steps,
and ironically back onto the dual carriageway and a continuation along the
A1085.
Before
long, just as the road reverts to a single carriageway, the map indicates a
footpath on the left, and a gate (albeit fastened shut) hints at the way. No
waymark has been seen since South Bank station so a leap into the unknown is needed
and climbing the gate a faint path leads diagonally right up to and along a
ridge. Keeping to the right of a square building of indeterminate use, and
avoiding being hit by a stray scrambling bike, I look hopefully for a bridge
over the railway. Even close to the train tracks the way is not obvious, but
heading to the right reveals a gap in the hedgerow and a small iron footbridge
that leads up and over to Coatham Marsh nature reserve.
A
walk around the pond, where two swans dip and dabble, provides the only period
of quiet in the whole day; larks can be heard. Paths diverge but heading
towards the buildings brings me out in Warrenby, still short of the coast by
the width of a couple of fairways of the links course here. But it is a short
walk up the road to Coatham where following a sign to the sea front enables a
seat to be found on the promenade, giving a panoramic view of the offshore wind
farm and to its left the South Gare breakwater that guards the entry to the
Tees.
It’s
still not a pleasant place to linger long, so the best plan is to walk the
other way, down the sands to reach the more resort-like Redcar, with its new
Beacon (a ‘vertical pier’) providing a good café in its interior (other
catering establishments are also available).
This
to me is a much more satisfying end point for the Teesdale Way. Somewhere to
sit awhile and reflect on the 72 miles from Barnard Castle, covered in ten
stages, just within a twelve months period. Majestic most of its way, the Tees
flows through varied landscapes, quiet and wooded slopes, picturesque villages,
rolling farmland, suburban parks, city riverside living, industrial decay and
rebirth, to the seaside.
A
good walk.