When in Rome…whatever, when in Langhe at this time of year it has to be in search of truffles. Having ‘found’ plenty at the local market on Sunday we thought a gentle stroll through the woods to find our own with the local truffle hunter and his faithful dog would be fun. It was certainly fun although more of a mud slide and survival course at times and not for the faint hearted. With a storm brewing on the horizon we just made it back safely before the heavens opened up. I now understand why the trifolau walking stick has a very sharp metal spade like point at the end…for gripping onto those slopes for dear life.