I love cheese — properly love it. I used to hop over to Bruges every three months just to stock up, like some people go for a weekend break and I go for a dairy pilgrimage. When I owned a place in Torrevieja, I’d snake my way through France and Spain, stopping at every farmstall I could find, hunting down whatever local cheese they were proud of that week. And whenever I had the time, I’d bake my own crackers and bread to go with it, because nothing beats pairing good cheese with something you made yourself.