Yesterday was the day the cheeses arrived all over the country as part of family traditions. First up was a Cheddar, from Cheddar itself supplied by Uncle Chris Booker. This has been part of my life for all of my fifty years.
Even before Uncle Chris moved to Somerset a cheese would arrive from Cheddar for my parents and my father received Uncle Chris's cheese yesterday as did I and, I imagine, many other folks. It is just part of Christmas. Joshua had a taste of what we agreed was "special cheese" and did not complain. The cheddar is on the left.
On the right is a Yarg from Cornwall, a creamier cheese wrapped in nettle leaves. This is my present to me but also to all my relatives. Some, like Aunt Lucy and Cousin Caroline get them delivered to the front door. My siblings and step siblings pick theirs up from a batch left with my father who also gets one. I sit on one here and will deliver others from the Bristol hub to Uncle Chris and to the head of the booker family, great Aunt Rosemary who lives in the same City. It is an excuse to pop in and say hello over Christmas.
I am not sure how long I have been sending out Yargs but it is, I think, now around a decade. So the arrival of Yargs is now part of the Christmas countdown too.