The last week or so we've been the only guests in the Hotel Tannenheim.
We've been spoilt rotten by the owners and hotel staff.
Which makes it that much harder to leave.
The icing on the cake for our last day was fresh, fresh powder snow.
The view from the dining room in the morning looks like this:
And we are often graced with the beauty of watching deer further up in the field.
The last breakfast, (farm-made butter, handmade jam, mountain herb tea) before hitting the slopes and then heading back to London and a change of scenery: