Washed rinds, ripening and robots: inside the wonderful world of aged British cheese

The Telegraph: It’s the smell that hits you first. Deep beneath brick railway arches in Bermondsey, south London, the damp air inside Neal’s Yard Dairy’s maturing rooms is alive with aromas of yeast and mould. The source is impossible to miss. Rows of spruce shelves reach high up to the vaulted ceilings and are filled with huge truckles of cheese covered in mottled rinds.