Valentine's Day. Cheesy.

Dr W and I have been very lucky so far with our budget Valentine's destinations in the past. But wow. Not a lot going on in Hereford. And what an interesting mix of people. Wow.

This is an exceptionally good photo considering. However, we did manage to find a particularly good curry and the local(ish) Banks's beer was good.

Not quite the escape to the country that we were expecting but a good weekend of exploring, snoozing and good company.

I was overwhelmed by cheese today. Not possible? Totally possible. The Fine Cheese Co. is one of the most remarkable cheese shops that I've ever visited.

Quite how I've managed to live in this city for nearly a year, work just up the road and not go in before I do not know. Today's visit may be a long slippery slope. Of cheese.


Figue a la Rose - a fresh goat's cheese with rose petals. Aw. Tangy but deliciously creamy with a very delicate taste of rose. Like no cheese I've ever tasted.

Vacherin Mont D'Or- So gooey I couldn't get it out of the paper! Rich and suitably stinky.

Fourme d'Ambert Xavier Morin-Very soft, creamy blue.

Pecorino Nero-  Firm, salty sheep's cheese rubbed with olive skins. Amazing! Really really good with Mum's medlar jelly. Sweet, salty. Yum.

All eaten with Pain Campaillou (mmmm sourdough), oatcakes, orange and fennel salad and a bottle of Pouilly-Fumé.

An evening of cheese. Just right for Valentine's Day eh?