The river is beautiful, a stately, broad sweep through water-meadows, farm and parkland. It's still the Easter holidays, and people were out in force, walking and cycling. There were lots of gongoozlers at the locks, and a sense of summer holidays in the air. I didn't take photos of people, though. I only of cows!
Misremembering the map of the approach to Hertford, we were surprised when we came to a major left turn in the river. There was a sign at the far corner of the junction, but, unlike their kind on the Soar and Trent, this sign was small, with three instructions on. The last of which told us to keep left of the sign for Hertford, though we'd overshot the turning by the time we'd managed to get to that bit. And that with the aid of binoculars! Why so small?