We've all got our favourite places. You know those places your mind goes when you want to block out moments like when you hear the dentist's drill whirr into action.
For me it's the Dolomites in north-eastern Italy. Dramatic ragged peaks ringed by alpine meadows bursting with wildflowers. Waterfalls plunging out of cliff faces. Cow bells sounding through distant valleys. They make the postcard-perfect alps where Julie Andrews belted out the "The Hills are Alive..." look surprisingly ordinary.
