to write a book

So dark never realised it would be so slow even tobacco who had just been sheared refuses to jump out into the mud and rain my boats sank in and could hardly see so chocolate black and deep with it 
I put the white puppy on a lead the wind blowing and not a time to loose him 
walking into the dark work's. I remember it seemed lighter at night time I suppose no stars I walk under the avenue of trees leading to the main house bend round and head out to more darkness now as I write this up after breakfast can not remember if I took the short cut across the fields. 
The ground is soft I am at the gateway where I now cross the cattle grid and I am in the big field with no escape but large oaks the turf feels to soft to have left the cattle out just seeing the white dog on a lead and me would be enough to trample me down in to the mud I  come to walk across the last last twenty years since moving from chalk to clay life .
Suddenly the idea of a ghostly figure seems irrelevant almost friendly compared to the possibility of cows and big calf’s running me down in their frolicking . Valentino just white enough to follow him he take me to the gateway and narrow side track down alongside to and through the wood . Now the wind is up and I am so aware trees beaches coming down upon my head not a place to stay for very long and I can not hurry to much as under my foot its  steep and wet ;hard to find the track  Still so dark I can’t turn home onwards then soon out into the big field, white  puppy still on the lead and up through valley surely no cows out and I do  remember seeing them last time I was walking half way now and starting to warm up and feel confident t almost proud of my little dark night adventure but light arriving with the day beginning 
Past the little house on the edge of the wood no lights in all asleep must be  puppy is now off the lead and racing away on all the badgers and fox’s scents and night time travels 
Then he is off a cross the big field I have learnt to call him when he might come and sure enough straight to me soon we are back where we started and hunt. The chestnut tree tobacco shows some interest and wanders off and into soft wet clay loam I force and curl my fingers , no truffle spade with me I am just walking the dogs  in the thinning darkness out my fingers into the tight mud and feel the skin of the warty orange Andy work it out and up into pocket it sits heavy and reward both dogs tobacco has disappeared into someone garden to early to call him and I cautiously walk towards his entrance gateway and meet him. 
Them off we go and just before the car both dogs now having been rewarded come to the big lime tree and we are surprised and in luck . Both dogs digging up truffle truffle plenty. Must be the rain they have never been here before and the beech tree that holds them is 100 yards away . Also the ground must verge towards being almost acid . Perhaps they live around the beach with its limestone driveway and then the mycelium hunts out down the avenue seeking sugars of lime  

Tomorrow I am hi tiny on the downs taking out a small group and worried there will be nothing to find or have for their tea so will take a couple with me not to bury but to hand over to chef at the end of the day just so they might go home with flay our of the forest 

I remember high  on the Sussex downs a few years ago maybe 8 or 9 of us . There is no doubt that the hunt does being fourth conversation that otherwise we would not dare touch . Or may it’s the truffle 
This person was young that had had a change of direction in their life and also led a life along lines of the the Christian church and I sensed that flowed into their career. 
We where talking generally about the history of the truffle and they mentioned it’s similarity to the apple with Adam and Eve 
I was home very late that night but managed to find a bible and was struck by how easily the apple could be a truffle and with the church’s history  of hiding any pagan misgivings would all fit 
For example the runners rabbits on the ceiling of a Cornwall church apparently looks like hates and the the Easter bunny is well known to come from the hare crouching in the Plovers nest 

Many times I have hunted and no fruit but aware it is a truffle producing bit of ground just by watching the dogs work 
So we must also be aware of the mycelium 
Yesterday we where in truffle woods but there was no conversation between us ground and trees well not of the sort brought about sometimes es by the hunt 
It does make you wonder if there is so much more happening in us and the dogs 
You asked about my relationship with the truffle and it’s always been an image with the tree a sleeping body in the ground , which I am aware of is me . A sword and the owl . I have noticed now after many years this body has been waking up and moving from a lying position to kneeling and standing how the truffle fits in I don’t know 
When your hunting it’s all about the ground below and the connection with the mycelium almost a conversation hence when you have walked into the perfume world you don’t want my to stop as do much energy with dogs and finding that you need to stay in it 

I cant write a book as would need someone to ask me questions otherwise lost for a direction or edge to climb over I remember up high on the Sussex downs a few years ago maybe 8 or 9 of us . There is no doubt that the hunt does being fourth conversation that otherwise we would not dare touch . Or may it’s the truffle , or its mycelium . Probably both , one stalks you the other temps you with its perfumed black worry fruit.
This person was younger than me by a short, and   had a change of direction in their working life towards that of the the Christian church .
We where talking generally about the history of the truffle, how the catholic monasteries and banned it from good living in Italy until locale truffle hunters found the monks scoffing them. He  mentioned it’s similarity to the apple with Adam and Eve 
I was home very late that night but managed to find a bible and was struck by how easily the apple could be a truffle and with the church’s history  of hiding any pagan misgivings would all fit so well but I making a story where perhaps non lies and it will be for  you to discover .
For example the tinners  rabbits painted on the ceiling of a Cornwall church apparently are hares  and the the Easter bunny is documented throughout folk lore for coming her the  crouching hare in the Plovers nest .
Many times I have hunted woodland thin and wide and no fruit but buy watching the dogs noses magnetically stuck to the ground confront and below them  and to return next season to harvest black truffle
The  mycelium must be aware of us 
It does make you wonder if there is so much more happening in us and the dogs 
You asked about my relationship with the truffle and it’s always been an image with the tree a sleeping body in the ground , which I am aware of is me . A sword and the owl . I have noticed now after many years this body has been waking up and moving from a lying position to kneeling and now almost standing how the truffle fits in I don’t know . This reclining sleeping peaceful and happy looking form arrived perhaps 26 years ago before I had even heard of a truffle .
When your hunting it’s all about the ground below and the connection with the mycelium almost a conversation hence when you have walked into the perfume world you don’t want  to stop as so much energy with dogs and finding that you need to stay in it 

It always sticks me as silly nonsense that we try and work all these things out after the horse has bolted because I don't really know why . Like the dead artist they build exams and careers around explaining just what they where doing . How ridiculous as such greatness is made in those pictures where the their story can never be told or understood maybe I am wrong and the mycelium exstends to us all in different times and worlds s