Hay time

I have a confession to make. I have a sort of… fetish for hay. In bales, in rolls, it doesn’t matter. I love the dots and the little splashes of Van Gogh gold around the countryside at this time of year.

The great thing about seeing hay in this Langhe country is that it brings us back to the simplest of farming life cycles. Away from UNESCO, Barolo, hazelnuts and truffles, this is what we’re here for. Hay for our animals, fodder for the cattle I can hear lowing at dusk.

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