Diary Of A Cheesemaker – Winter On The Farm

Our regular column from the Trethowans, makers of Gorwydd Caerphilly – one of Britain’s great territorial cheeses. This month Jess recounts the hard work and equal delights of a cold winter at Gorwydd farm.

The early snow this year has brought with it some of the jobs we usually tackle closer to Christmas and into January. Clearing the long driveway of snow and ice needs to happen at least twice a day in order that the milk tanker and the couriers can make it to and from the dairy, delivering milk and picking up cheese.

Another Perspective

San José mine, Chile.

As we sat glued to streamed updates on the rescue of 33 miners buried beneath the Atacama desert, I gave little thought to the media teams who fed us new information every few minutes. Nor did I think much of the place they must have found themselves in, after days of travelling to get there on time. All attention was on the small area at the centre of the mine, where the rescue shafts were being drilled…

Here, in a series of photos from James Lewis, a television news producer, is the other perspective.

Third Star

A year-or-so ago Toast was approached by a film producer asking whether we’d lend his cash-strapped film some clothes. This happens often-enough – films look to companies to help them out in return for a credit, a little extra promotion, and we try to oblige as much as we can. But this particular film went by the name of Barafundle Bay and as such it piqued our interest – the real Barafundle Bay is a beautiful, secluded (though by no means always empty) beach on the Pembrokeshire coast, an hour-or-so drive from home and a favourite spot. It is beaten by the wind and blanketed in grey at times, boasts a tropical-blue sea and white sand at others…

Three Kinds Of Spritz

The final shot of the last day on our Venice shoot. The bar we’re trying to take pictures in is crowded with academics visiting the city for a conference on Renaissance History. They gather toward the bar in ever closer proximity to each other ordering drinks and cicchetti. Clusters of friends and colleagues lean on the canal wall outside, oblivious to us working around them, but seemingly full of contentment and amicability in the warmth of the evening…

Cenotes Swimming

There are no rivers on the Yucatán. The soft limestone ground swallows them whole. On a long, hot, humid day there are no streams in which to paddle your feet and provide relief. So it is a wonder to enter one of the many cenotes that drain the peninsula. These caves or sinkholes sit beneath a scratchy earth and hold hanging roots, protruding rocks and deep pools of turquoise water. They are magical, and the swimming endlessly refreshing, despite the mosquitoes…

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