Treasure in Cheddar Cheddar caves, after about a century of
exploration, still yield up their treasure in ornaments of gold, but chiefly, judging by the number of hikers, motor-cars and charabanes, in coin of this present realm. The caves are delightful, what one expects in England, tidy, small, comfortable for inspection and not overbearing in magnificence. Architecturally, Cheddar itself has not very prettily digested its post-War influx of visitors. Fortunately, the National Trust has saved the Gorge for us, the true treasure of Cheddar. Dropping down gradually from the Mendips into a shallow rocky valley, the Gorge narrows, deepens, and winds more and more sud- denly until, just before emerging into the green plain of Somerset, there are successive grandcurs of cliff scenery. It is a climax cunningly devised, and one then should turn at once into the caves, with sense of adventure on edge.
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