Misty Maid made it

The Falls are an amazing misty marvel that mankind has failed to diminish with the gaudy trappings of tourism. You can stop over at a Travelodge that seems to be an integral part of a Haunted House, ride the ghost train with the Pirates of the Caribbean or venture into the foaming jaws of the Horseshoe Falls where last week a woman slipped in, some time ago an eight year old boy survived being swept over the top in just his bathing trunks and water wings and a 62 year-old woman made the same journey in a barrel.

We donned our regulation blue rain macs and fearlessly rode one of the many Maids of the Mist deep into the spray. The boat which seemed a reasonable size when we boarded was as nothing more than a toy when tossed and pitched by the torrent of water pounding down onto the rocks. But Health & Safety rules, and we live to shake off the water, to tell the tale and to buy a sparkling souvenir snow globe.