It’s 3pm and time for the Great Cheese Hunt.
It’s an annual event in mid December which is looked forward to with much excitement.
I finish what I’m working on, I enjoy the last of my cup of tea, I don hat, scarf, gloves, boots, coat, and I’m off.
Down a tree-lined road, across a long lane, and into an ancient wood I amble. I revel in the beauty of a late autumn day and the trees reaching their naked branches to the skies. The robins hop in the fallen leaves and I watch squirrels do the nut shuffle.
Emerging from the wood, a pause to appreciate the view across London to the downs.
A few more minutes and I have arrived at my destination, the local shop.
December is Cheese Month. It’s when I indulge my love of all things cheese. I am very good and only buy several kilo and not the 30kg my cheese-addicted brain urges me to. Just a kilo more, you know you want to, it’s calling you, come to me…..
I’m sure you’ve been there.
I select my purchases, I move through the shop with nervous excitement to the till. I pay.
Slowly I emerge, blinking into the low sun of the remaining daylight. I am oblivious to the chatterings of schoolchildren as they wheel and cascade around me like small birds.
Walking home, the weight of the cheese in my bag is a joy. The wood is now darker, the squirrels going to dreys for the night, the parakeets settling. A few leaves fall, and the cry of a tired toddler pierces the air.
I am home. I have cheese. Happiness is mine.
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Please share your love of cheese with me in the comments.
(Part 2: Cake. Out next Friday).