National Geographic : 1935 Jan
ENGLAND'S SUN TRAP ISLE OF WIGHT over the large fireplace, its cases with the gold and jewel offerings of such. fabulous poten tates as the Gaekwar of Baroda, the Begum of Bhopal, the Nizam of Hyderabad. In her black mush room hat and white shawl, the Queen would ride for miles in her car riage and pair around her own grounds. When she drove out through The Island roads she was preceded by an outrider. She would greet the residents, often stopping to chat with neighbors of the countryside. One citizen, she learned, was an archi t e c t. Whippingham Church, near by, had been "restored" for her, I but apparently she was not quite satisfied with the result. Summoning him to Osborne House, she inquired what could be done. With charac teristic island forth rightness he replied, "Nothing can be done, madam, but tear it down." In the market squ The church was not monument to the m torn down; it stands to- House (see text, pag day, with its peculiar days the base is hid rotund spire in the cen- even cows, brought right, just above th ter of a squat tower and ventilators, in comp four diminutive spires inches of air space b around it-a rather congested treasury of royal memories, tab lets, inscriptions, and medallions. Within the precincts of the estate is the Swiss Cottage where the Queen instructed members of her family in the household arts. The kitchen still has the small stoves and the cooking utensils used by the royal children. As relaxation after long hours in the very shrine of the Victorian era, we contemplated a ride across the heart of The Island to a place whose name fascinated us-Godshill. Photograph by "TO VICTORIA THE QUEEN" Robert Moore are at Newport the "People of The Wight" erected a onarch who spent so many of her days at Osborne e 6, and illustrations, pages 10 and 20). On market den by stalls of venders of rabbits, sheep, chickens, from all over The Island. On the building to the e sidewalk, may be seen the curious apertures, or liance with an old town by-law which required 12 eneath the ground floor of every house. The only question was whether, when we arrived, we could get tea. "Can you have tea at Godshill? Well, just wait and see!" exclaimed our driver, and to a cryptic smile he would add no further comment. THROUGH THE ISLAND COUNTRYSIDE To reach any part of The Island entails no longer journey than taking a taxi across Greater London; it is not quite 23 miles long and nowhere wider than 13 miles.