The Nome daily nugget., 1937-08-20

every meal. Wight can account for many tons of 1t.
 Soon the trees and farms give way to vast expenses of acres carpeted with heather, gorse, ferns, and occa- sional low, wind-blown trees. The downs with as many sectional names as London street, are formed by chalk uplands which stretch straight west and east across the island, hump ing to some 700 feet at places, and thrusting fractured fragments into the sea at the Needles on the west and Culver Cliff on the east. The pedes- trian who yields to the spell of their lonely paths gets an impression of . height much greater than the altitude warrants. One can climb across them in an hours walk at their widest part
 Islands "Sun Traps"
 The southern half of Wight is a "bowl," sagging between the downs and the seaside cliffs that look so bleak 10 ship passengers as they round the island for Southampton. Barren they are, these corrugated cliffs, but the islanders call them their sun trap because they cut off the fOgs and tenn. per the ocean winds. The trees are not so many. but the soil is fertile, the climate is milder, and the crop yield greater in this sheltered saucer.
 Most of Wight's attraction for visi. tors and its wealth of historic associ. ations-ranging from the Roman Occu- patton, through Jutish immigration, Danish assault, French attacks. and pirate raids-cling to It's coast East ward from sedate Cowes Is the up-and- coming resort town of Ryde, with its lamp posts that wear garlands of flowers, its tiny tramcars, and It's spick promenade where, on cloudless days, women knit as they garner sun tan It's long, spidery pier Is landing place for thousands of "trippers" from Ports mouth every summer weekend, and It's domed pavilion offers concerts and smack" counters for their entertain ment
 Second only to Cowes week is the regatta of Ryde's Royal Victoria Yacht club. And pretty touch Is a children's regatta, held at their large boating lake, where young mariners sail elab. crate toy craft and ride about in pad dle-wheel boats propelled by handles. Grading an Old Town.
 An hours easy walk south of Ryde is "Ye Kynge's Towne of Brading," where beaches and bathing machines, piers and yachts seem very far away. Yet along Brading's high and dry High street ships once sailed under the caves of the timbered buildings, and one might pick from a score of shipmas. ters to take a cargo into the most dis tant port. Grading recalls the days when towns were set far up the is- 1 lands meager rivers, or we'll back in some arm of the sea. as q protection l against invasion or pirate raids. Yet the inhabitants. expert in their knowl. edge of tides and treacherous chan nels, could put out to salt water to fish or trade. Long ago silt blocked Brading's harbor, and now dikes have thrust the sea some two miles from its center.
 | Grading church, the oldest In the is- land, is mentioned in Domesday Book. In Its chapel is buried Sir John Og. lander, who was garnering his salty chronicles of Wight while the Pilgrims were struggling to survive at Plymouth and the early Maryland settlers were putting forth from Cowes to St. Mary's.
 East of Grading, sheltered among the cliffs, is the lovely seaside village of Bembrdge, which the world seems to have passed by. The town lies along the embankment, "the only level mile on the island" which has severed Grading Harbor from it's name town, and this situation gives 1t the aspect of Little Holland"
 | The camera, better than words, can portray the bold beauty of the Fore land, the majestic curvature of White cliff bay. and the crumbling promOn. tory of Culver Cliff. where the downs bare their chalky face to the sea. Very often the encroaching tides have | carved under the steep cliffs until they | lean out, like the sagging old houses in Grading and Shanklin Walking too near their edge is precariOus, for often huge blocks break off and tumble sey.