The Benedictines certainly knew what they were doing when they set up here in the 15th century, and the Schafhof provides as much of a retreat from our world as it did from theirs. The 18thC red sandstone house that forms the hotel looks out across the meadows to rolling, wooded hills, with scarcely another building in sight. The mellow stone outbuildings house sheep, hens and ducks for the table, the lake provides trout and carp. It is easy to get the feeling that life has hardly changed at the Schafhof in its 270 years. Everything from the bread, noodles, jams and confectionary to the apple juice is from the Schafhof”s own kitchen (complete with smoke-house) or the local market.
The decoration is kept simple, in harmony with the building’s wooden beams, tiled floors and stonework. Fabrics are in soft pinks and creams, plastered walls are whitewashed. Bedrooms are cosy – simple pine beds nest beneath honey-coloured beams in those on the attic floor, others on the first floor acccommodate grander antique furniture. There are plans for expansion – not, we hope, to an extent that will interfere with the present welcoming ambience.