Views from our windows last nightYesterday afternoon, we had our side doors open for the first time this year, looking out across the river to those rather remarkable houses. It was really quite hot, and windless. Today was warm, and mostly sunny, but with a fair amount of rain, often falling from a sunny sky. But it was dry as we left Hertford and made down river towards Ware and out into the countryside again.
At Ware Lock, a man stood and watched us. Two daughters stood with him, and he held a young grand-daughter in his arms. And he explained to them all, very carefully and in great detail, all that was going on as we filled the lock, opened the top gates, took Kantara in, closed the gates again, emptied the chamber, and opened the gates for Kantara to be driven out. And he got it all right. I had to commend him for it, and his "girls" were all very impressed.
I told them how I often hear men in this situation - and yes, it really is, in my experience, always the men - authoritatively explaining locks to their women and children, and talking a load of nonsense.
"Now the water's going to be pumped from down there (below the lock) to up here (the lock chamber)"
Or, "If you look carefully, you can see the level of the canal fall as the water rushes into the lock."
Or, "The locks are wide to give the boats plenty of room to move about in."
I just bite my tongue and carry on.
On down the river, a lovely, broad stretch past Nazeing towards Broxbourne and Cheshunt. As we approached Dobb's Weir Lock, we saw a boat preparing to descend it, so we hurried to join him. But alas it was a widebeam, single-handed by a young man, and this slowed our progress for the next few locks. It was raining now, on and off, and we were getting pretty wet. By the time we got to Cheshunt Lock the sky was threatening even wetter things, so we moored hastily below the lock, and settled in for the rest of the day and the night.
Views through our windows this evening