Milk
Warm from the morning.
Twelve hundred litres arrive from six farms within sight of the cave, milked at five and in the vat by eight. We warm it slowly to 32 degrees, add the culture and leave it alone.
Affinage and farm cheesemonger Somerset
Four thousand wheels rest in a limestone cave under the Mendip Hills, turned, brushed and listened to until they are ready. Come down and meet them.
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01 From the field
Milk
Twelve hundred litres arrive from six farms within sight of the cave, milked at five and in the vat by eight. We warm it slowly to 32 degrees, add the culture and leave it alone.
Curd
Rennet turns the milk to a trembling custard. A steel harp draws through it, again and again, until the curd falls into corn-sized cubes and the whey runs pale green and clear. Smaller curd means a drier, longer-lived cheese.
The press
The curd is packed into cloth, set in its hoop and pressed under an oak screw. The whey weeps out through the night. By morning it is a pale, damp wheel that does not yet taste of anything much. That is our job.
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02 Into the cave
Down the hill
The wheels ride in on an oak trolley, past the lanterns and under the stone ribs. It is eleven degrees all year, the air is wet with limestone, and nothing in here is in a hurry.
Time
Nobody paints it on. Wild yeasts and moulds that live in the rock settle on the rind and begin to bloom: white, grey, blue, a little green. Watch six months go by. Most of it is welcome, and we know the difference.
Turning
Moisture drifts to the bottom of a resting cheese. So each wheel is lifted and turned over, shelf by shelf, twice a week, for as long as it lives here. Four thousand wheels is a good deal of lifting.
Brushing
A soft brush sweeps the rinds clean before the mould gets ideas. For washed rinds it is a cloth and cider brandy. For clothbound cheddar it is a gentle polish. The brush stays on the cheese we want to survive.
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03 The cut
The iron
A hollow steel iron goes in, twists and comes out with a plug no wider than a pencil. We smell it, bend it, taste it. Then the hole is stopped with the plug’s own rind and the wheel carries on, none the wiser.
The knife
When a wheel is ready, a long knife goes down along the radius, once on each side. No sawing. The cheese should part like it has been waiting to.
The paste
The wedge slides out and the inside is finally yours to see: the colour, the eyes, the veins, the line where rind gives way to paste. A year in the dark, and this is what it was for.
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04 Your turn
The rind, the paste and the mould on the wheel change as you choose. Drag the scene to walk around it, or close the wheel to see it whole.
Style
Age
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05 From the cave
Everything is cut to order the week you collect or post it. Prices are for this concept page and nothing here can be bought.
06 The small print
07 Visit
Wear a jumper and flat shoes. The cave floor is wet, the steps are old and the air is eleven degrees.
Thank you. We will check the diary and write back within two working days. Bring a jumper.
Deepvale Farm, Hollow Lane
Under the Mendips, Somerset
BA5 0XX
Thursday to Saturday, 10 am to 4 pm
Evenings: Wed, Fri, Sat, 7 pm
Sunday to Tuesday by arrangement
01749 555 0142
cave@deepvale.example