But there were some splendid boats amongst the living.
The locks were the most interesting feature of our journey by far. Most of them are fully electrically powered. With some of them it's gates only, with manual paddles. Most are in pairs, but one side is disused, and full of detritus. A couple have one electrically operated and the other manually. Take your pick!
The paddle winding mechanisms of those locks which are fully manual were of a type new to me, well maintained and very easy to use.
We met very few moving craft. Birds sat on nests, or busily put the finishing touches to a new build. We came across strange varieties of ducks and geese, possibly crossbreeds. But can Canada Geese really cross with Mandarin Ducks?
We timed our arrival at our overnight mooring very well. We'd been poured on briefly earlier, having extended our lunch break in an attempt to miss the rain altogether. We chose to stop now about half way between the Waltham Cross and Cheshunt locks, and the weather turned really wet just as we finished tying up. We looked around us and smiled. We'd left the drab and dirty miles behind us. Now we were at the start of something more rural, and far more pleasing.