One for the Brandy
Walking fields , clay , clay . Not the home of the truffle. Can't get the car out. Now checking the ridge's; maybe there is limestone above; I have lived here 9 years and only now found this wood. Right in the far corner Brenda digs. She then leave's the dig. Its to dark for me to see; I call her back ; more digging; then I push her away and I can feel skin of the truffle. One truffle is celebration in such a landscape .