Blessed are the cheesemakers
IF ‘a peck of March dust is worth a king’s ransom’, then what’s a whole April of dust worth? Weather lore doesn’t tell us, because it’s unprecedented, here in Galloway anyway. Of all the Aprils for it to happen, this one has been heaven-sent, as the whole place has been covered in diggers and dumper trucks laying 4½ miles of cow tracks— most years, they’d have been axle-deep in mud.
After a year of agonising, we have taken the
