At three weeks, a soft coating of mould known as ‘the cat's fur’ has formed on the pecorino. It's carefully washed off before the cheese is moved to the shelf to continue ripening.
Giovanni Cannas learned how to make pecorino from his parents and grandparents.
A driveway lined with cypresses and almost two kilometres long, leads up a hill from the Era river valley to Fattoria Lischeto. From afar, its dairy, restaurant, few auxiliary buildings, and a hotel and pool, make it look almost like a small hamlet in itself. To the south-west, the mediaeval city of Volterra lies within sight, while you can see the Mediterranean on the western horizon. It's a classic Tuscan estate – generous and picturesque, even if the odd corner looks like it could do with sprucing up a little, as is the case for many of the region's houses.
Giovanni Cannas greets us with characteristic Italian geniality. His face is marked by smile lines, his narrow eyes sparkle. He holds a cigarette in his hand that rarely seems to go out. Our later conversations confirm what is immediately apparent: the fifty-eight-year-old loves life and everything it offers, from music and dancing to attractive women and good food. He's Italian, after all – warm, relaxed, and appreciative of the good things in life.”