The drive is tense, but beautiful. Having spent two weeks bombing around Puglia in a small, devilish Fiat that refuses to do my bidding, we have spent the last three days eating nothing but terrali having inadvertently stumbled upon, seemingly, the only food desert in the heel of Italy. We are hungry and feel the elation of the early part of our trip in danger of slipping out of our hands. A budget flight back home to London the final insult.
And then we arrive in pretty Altamura, a hilltop town in the west of the region close to the border with Basilicata, passing through rich agricultural lands in various shades of yellow and green, in search of cheese: mood-elevating, life-affirming, vacation-saving cheese. For Altamura is the home of the Diceccas, some of the best cheesemakers in Italy.