Two of us

A cellar, a counter and a van that goes out on Wednesdays.

Rind & Rafter has been cutting cheese on Bridgeland Street since 2011. Nia Trevaskis buys and ages it; Davy Pollard cuts, wraps and drives. Between them that is the whole company, which is why the handwriting on your parcel is somebody's actual handwriting.

Nine farms inside forty milesTwelve lines cut each fortnightTwo market pitches a week
See what we are cutting
A board of cut cheeses with grapes and a small spoon, photographed from aboveA Saturday board, built that morning and photographed on the bench
Rows of round cheeses ageing on wooden shelves in a cool stone cellar
Eleven degrees

The room decides when a wheel is ready, not the calendar.

The cellar is Victorian stone, forty feet long, and it holds eleven degrees and ninety per cent humidity without any help from us. Four hundred wheels sit on spruce boards down there. We turn them, brush them with brine, and take one apart every few weeks to see where it has got to.

We have sold out of things at Christmas rather than send a wheel out early. We would do it again.
Four stops

How a wheel gets from a field to your paper.

Nothing here is clever. It is mostly driving, turning and waiting.

Stop one

Wednesday, the van

Out to Hartland, Clovelly and Welcombe. We pay the price the dairy asks and we take whatever is ready, which some weeks is not very much.

Wednesday, 6:15am — Hartland Shippon, 9 wheels8:40am — Clovelly Goats, 14 logs10:20am — Welcombe Barton, nothing ready
Stop two

Down to the stone

Young wheels go onto spruce boards and get a number chalked on the shelf edge. Turned every fourth day, brushed with brine, never sealed in wax.

Rows of wax-coated cheese wheels lined up on pale shelves
Stop three

Opened and tasted

Two wheels are broken open every Thursday morning. If they are not right they stay down there; if they are, they go on the slate with a number and a price.

A blue-rinded round and a cut wedge of hard cheese on a dark plate with a knife
Stop four

Cut, weighed, written on

Your piece comes off the wheel the morning it leaves, goes onto the scale, into waxed paper, and gets its weight and date in pencil on the outside.

Rafter Reserve · 212 g · cut 06 MarTorridge Blue · 184 g · cut 06 MarOne parcel, tied, no tape

Three places you can find us

All of them are the same two people, which is why the hours are what they are.

Inside a traditional cutting room with a marble counter, scales and hanging tools

The cutting room

Behind the shop on Bridgeland Street. Marble bench, two wires, a beam scale from 1952 that still passes its check. Thursday to Saturday, 9 to 5.

A trader standing behind a market stall laid out with open sacks and produce

The market pitch

Pannier Market, Wednesday and Saturday, 8 to 2. Six lines on the board, everything cut in front of you, and the same prices as the shop.

Two cheesemongers working behind a deli counter stacked with wheels and wedges

The counter

The shop itself, which holds about eight people and usually has four. Taste anything that is open. Nobody will mind if you buy a hundred grams.

“We were told to pick a lane — wholesale or retail. We picked neither and kept the cellar small enough that two people can turn everything in it by hand. That is the only decision in fourteen years we have never argued about.”
Nia Trevaskis — buys and ages, co-founder

Come and taste what is open.

Thursday to Saturday at the shop, Wednesday and Saturday on the market. Or send a note and we will write back with a board.

A sheet of creased brown wrapping paper lit from one side