In the 'Good Old Days', when the IoW was infested with aircraft from the College of Air Training at Hamble, a mate and I had fun, one day, flying between the 2nd & 3rd 'islands', and of course below the top of the bits of rock.
We were, of course, immortal (we were twenty years of age), and only concerned with being found out.
Living in the area many years later, the Needles has never looked quite as impressive as on that day, long ago!