The undercurrent is terribly strong, and if you once get down into it you are all right.

An obelisk marks the spot where two men have already been drowned, while bathing there; and the steps of the obelisk are generally used as a diving-board by young men now who wish to see if the place really _is_ dangerous.
[Picture: River scene] Iffley Lock and Mill, a mile before you reach Oxford, is a favourite subject with the river-loving brethren of the brush.

The real article, however, is rather disappointing, after the pictures.

Few things, I have noticed, come quite up to the pictures of them, in this world.
We passed through Iffley Lock at about half-past twelve, and then, having tidied up the boat and made all ready for landing, we set to work on our last mile.
Between Iffley and Oxford is the most difficult bit of the river I know.
You want to be born on that bit of water, to understand it.

I have been over it a fairish number of times, but I have never been able to get the hang of it.