
The ruins of Port Mulgrave, a tiny former iron ore port on the north-east coast, present a scene of utter desolation. Wild and bleak, without human habitation, it has been battered into a tumbled wilderness of concrete and rocks, and shunned by all but a handful of sightseers. Its crumbling harbour, two-thirds of it choked by shale, cowers under a scabrous grey cliff, its south harbour rapidly being carved away by swirling tides.
Cresswell/Cleveland, 1995
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