Umbrian Idyll in Aberlour.

Enough of these nylon sheets that make you sweat in a deeply unpleasant manner. Enough of those soiled carpets with little maps of Indonesia that weren't part of the original design. Enough of those mucus filled sacs that they pass off as 'grilled tomatoes'. Enough.
I've decided......a posh hotel somewhere in the Chianti-soaked hills of Umbria in September. It will finally wash me clean of the two-star gubbins that has engulfed me of late.