March 17th. It's a day of celebration the world over. Everyone becomes Irish for the day and contributes to the widespread paddywhackery, all fuelled by the local offering of stout, no matter how badly it travels. Except in one little corner of Austria. Hidden away amongst towering peaks blanketed in stubbornly white snow, not a dyed green pint in sight, lies a sleepy alpine village whose population have for centuries stuck to their own local traditions.
Until now.........
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