Slopes of deep red grass, capped with snow. Beyond that, the mountains go on forever. The sky’s a burnt orange, with the Citadel enclosed in a mighty glass dome, shining under the twin suns.
To celebrate the fiftieth anniversary of the longest-running science-fiction show in the world, I’ll be taking weekly looks at some of my own personal favourite stories and arcs, from the old and new series, with a view to encapsulating the sublime, the clever and the fiendishly odd of the BBC’s Doctor Who.
