Mountains are great, aren’t they? You can climb them, ski down them, grow stuff on them and look at them for hours without getting bored. However, to my mind they’re even better when eaten. The Pyrenees, a glorious, tectonic slab that forms the border between France and Spain, is also the home of a fabulous cheese of the same name. It’s usually the first and last cheese I taste whenever I venture this way. It’s a simple chap, freckled with gaps, ever so slightly soft and has a mild, salty bite. Pictured above you’ve got the cheese. Above the cheese, if you squint slightly, you’ll see the Pyrenees (mountain version). Cheesy moments don’t get any better than this. Marvellous.