The Blessed

I suppose it was only a matter of time before we discovered right on our doorstep a secret, bountiful and very cheap supply of raw milk. The farm itself is hidden in the depths of what is called a calanche or eroded valley. No signs, no heritage trails, no slow food widgets just a hidden house (the cows, like us, appreciate peace and quiet) and next to it a large barn with some cows kept, as the local vet tells me, in incredibly hygienic conditions and constantly filling two large rotating vats of milk that are emptied every day when the local milk truck comes. Arrive after the truck, no milk, before and as much heavenly white stuff as you can drink at 50 cents a litre. Of course the next question when you find such an abundant source of milk is, how do I make cheese for, as we are told, blessed are the cheesemakers and I hope to join the elect, soon.