As I write this next item I’m sitting in a small cafe at the top of a mountain in Italy.

It’s 9.30am, the sky is bright blue, pure white snow can be seen for miles across the beautifully unspoilt landscape and I’m looking down on the clouds in the valley below.

It doesn’t get any better than this. Pure air and a place I have found to bring out the creativity in me.

Well as soon as I’ve managed to warm up my feet and defrost the icicles on my nose.

And another thing – despite all the snow there is no disruption, businesses are running as usual and people are going about their lives without any delays.

No one is rushing to buy 20 loaves of bread and there is plenty of milk on the shelves in the local shop. If this snow arrived back in Wales, there would be mayhem.