Forthuber in Gstaig: Fine dining where the cows graze

From the neighboring farm, there is a satisfied moo from the stable. A few swallows fly in wild pirouettes of a mosquito, the wind ripples through the maple trees of the terrace, at some point a farmer still drives the hay. But otherwise: silence, the view of the vastness, gentle waving meadows in the expectation of the second mowing. It is a seemingly unreal idyll that awaits you on the terrace of the Forthuber restaurant.