I visited two stunning Italian mountain resorts that are heaven for kids – and bliss for parents

The arrow shoots through the air, past the trunks of the towering pines and straight into the wild boar’s bottom.

My son Raffy, four, spins around with a gleeful shriek.

The animals may be made of foam, but scrambling up the mountainside to search out our prey before taking aim is proving thrilling, and both...