Looking West from the Tyne harbour.
The cranes at Swan Hunter's shipyard, Wallsend can be seen silhouetted against the sky.

Along the wandering ways of Tyne
By beech and birch and thorn that shine
And laugh when life's requickening wine
Makes night and noon and dawn divine
And stirs in all the veins of spring,
And past the brightening banks of Tees,
He rode as one that breathes and sees
A sun more blithe, a merrier breeze,
A life that hails him king.

Extract from "The Tale of Balen" by Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837-1909)