It is a cold, icy and peacefully silent day. I am at the top of the hill and walking among the rows, which are by now stripped of their leaves. My companion is the young and curious Dean Oxenham, who wants to see how the Nebbiolo vines are trimmed. He is from the island of Mauritius and is the importer of our wines on that stupendous island. All of a sudden we find some animal tracks and they are quite large: It is without a doubt the sign of a wild boar. Fortunately we did not encounter it at close range, but the tracks did make us remember that these animals are part of the Langa fauna. They do not eat grapes and they do not attack humans, but sometimes they ruin gardens. More dangerous and ill-mannered are the hunters who often, and willingly, roam around in the vineyards, hazelnut groves and woods with attitudes that are disrespectful towards the territory.
I do not want make myself angry thinking about those who kill for pleasure, and so I turn my gaze to the west, towards Monviso, enjoying the splendid winter landscape of the Langhe.