Magnatum Pico, Italy

As England is; So Italy is dry. We leave before light to drive with the first frost but the "autumn leaves are yet to fall". To Parma we go, leaving Imola ;tightly packed , with dogs quietly sprung waiting patiently in their wire compartments. Jennie, patiently quartering the same ground only twenty minuets before another hunter had worked his dog . Her digging, waiting for Mario to join in and the two of them mining happily together . Until set into the crown of the hill the truffle is glowing;with practiced skill "she is prized from her bed and lifted up to be passed round for all to sniff. It is us and the dogs who need the perfume.