There’s something about the banks of the Tees at Low Coniscliffe that just feels right for sauna. The river moves slow and steady here, with trees leaning in like they’re part of the conversation. You’ve got the fire on, smoke curling into the air, and steam rolling off bodies fresh from a dip in the water. It’s quiet but alive – bird calls, breeze in the branches, the occasional cow watching from a distance. You just breathe, sweat, plunge, repeat. Simple, honest, and spot on.