This is a hotel where regulars settle in and stay, often for three or four weeks in the summer. They stretch out and read on chaise-longues in the garden, play chess on the giant outdoor board, fish in the tree-shaded trout stream and stroll in the three acres of grounds. Children enjoy the swings, the sandpit and feeding the ducks on the pond. Some savour the seclusion and beauty of the dramatic granite cliff that rears up behind the hotel; others head off hiking and para-gliding.
  The Maeder family, who also own the nearby Ruedihus, have been here for 50 years, and their inn is an intriguing blend of old and new. In the lobby, the first thing you see is an antique but working telephone, made in Stockholm and nearly as big as a telecommunications satellite. An even bigger cowbell summons the receptionist. Bedroom keys, however, are electronic. In the Gourmet restaurant, starched while linen and striped silk chair upholstery create a formal look while the opposite effect is achieved in the Burestube by oval pine tables, hanging lamps and unfinished plank floors. Each bedroom is different; many have paintings of local mountain scenes. Bathrooms are functional.