Another batch made and the summer almost passed. Technically this batch happened in June but now it’s August so here we are. I am still taking an inordinate amount of time to get myself moving but I guess each effort should be celebrated and each foot I place, one in front of the other, gets me closer. This time around was my first foray into ‘ashing’ the cheeses. Beautiful dark, shadowy ash, falling like a thick blanket over pure white snow.
It’s difficult to describe, the pitch black – will go everywhere if you let it -overwhelming nature of ash. I have no idea how a chimney sweep ever got clean, perhaps they never did. Just a speck of it spreads across clean surfaces in a moment leaving your imagination to run wild over how irredeemably blackened a kitchen could become in seconds were the box and its precious cargo to be dropped or mishandled. A misplaced cough or sneeze and the world gone dark.
Speaking of worlds gone dark, in a family trip to the Isle of Colonsay, we came across this poor creature stranded on the beach. It was incredible to see even just the remains of a whale in person. The phenomenal power and vastness of it, the overwhelming echo of a life left behind.
