"I was six years old. It was 1959 - The curtain rose on a stage covered in fog. Jutting up through the mist was a small green carpeted mound on top of which sat a pretty blonde lady who opened her mouth and sang, 'My day in the hills, has come to an end, I know…' My little brain was instantly transported to a mountain top in the Alps. Music + lights + scenery = Magic. The lady was Mary Martin, the show was The Sound of Music, and I fell in love with the theatre."