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A tiny cottage buried in a vineyard near our home in Spiez, which is festooned with fairy lights around Christmas time. I’d not realized before, but it appears to be inhabited. One could well imagine that it’d make a lovely little hidey hole, away from the crowds, where one could half expect to meet Annie Hawes and her sister preparing their own wine.

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