mundyewalsh I went on a blue cheese pilgrimage on Friday. Not a usual activity but since Dad’s birthday is coming up, Mum and I thought we’d seek out some Crozier Blue. We haven’t tasted it or been able to find it in about four years and the lack of sheep milk in Ireland has led to this shortage.
The day didn’t start well – yellow wind warnings, spot flooding, torrential rain – but by 10am, the wind had calmed and we were on the road, optimistic and hungry.
It took about 45 minutes to drive from Kilkenny to the Cashel Blue diary, down many narrow roads – with flooded fields on either side – and, for a time, after a tractor with a trailer full of turnips, that lost a few with each bend or bump. Mum remarked on the houses without chimneys (the more chimneys the better in her opinion) and I was amazed by how big the Horse and Jockey pub (now hotel) has become. The motorway was quiet but for the odd car that overtook us and sprayed our car with filthy, muddy puddles.
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