Working at Wilde Weide was immersive, romantic, and hard work. There was always something to do, and always a generous cheesemaker to show us how to do it. The farm looked magically lush and vibrant. The grasses in the field were dense and wild, full of biological diversity. The farm buzzed with life: chickens laying eggs in the hay, mooing cows, three stoic farm cats watching everything. Wilde Weide had always been a place on a sticker, but now I knew it was real. And I knew that every part of the island went into making the gouda taste so good.