The low winter sun dapples through the leaves directly above where I’m standing, in a beautiful forested area known as a dehesa – a protected zone for grazing animals that works as its own little ecosystem.
It’s a sunny, crisp December morning in Dehesa Huerto del Llano, in southwest Spain, very close to the Portuguese border. There’s mossy grass underfoot and the area is dotted with acorn trees, as well as some olive, pine and shrubs covering about 700 hectares. I’m here to find some pigs. Beautiful black piggies, to be precise, who are trotting around in herds, searching for food.
