Rupert Parker takes a culinary tour of Andermatt and discovers military uniforms and Swiss Army Knives have been decommissioned in favour of chef’s whites and kitchen knives.

Admittedly I am driving a classic Morgan, but in my head it is an Aston Martin. Nevertheless I am hurtling down the twisty Oberalp Pass towards Andermatt, with the top down enjoying the hot summer sun and feeling distinctly like a secret agent. Actually I’m lying about the hurtling bit, you never hurtle in a Morgan, you just glide and make sure everyone can see you.