Pink wildflowers sprouted next to rusted coils of barbed wire, and the wind whistled through the bunkers. A network of dank, dripping tunnels ran under the ground, while up on top of the hill a grenade crater was still clearly visible beneath the foliage...

We reached a clearing where a waterfall tumbled down the valley side, and the ground was scattered with pink, yellow and blue wildflowers. A little chapel and a mountain hut sat at the end of the valley, with clouds gathering ominously overhead...

The views from the top were stunning, with the lake laid out beneath us and the snowy Karavanke mountains crowding the horizon...