The night before he arrived at our house, I dreamt of Tom, the truffle hunter. I had read about him a year before and plucked up the courage to ring his number.
Together we went to various little woods I thought might contain truffles. It was in the very last hazel copse, not far from the sea, that his white woolly dog dug found a truffle the size of a pea.
I was instantly hooked and in celebration we feasted on lobster soup and fresh local
