Little Wolf in the Garden, with Vivienne Westwood

A long, long time ago, two Russian Wolf-Taskers and one Very Little Wolf moved from the concrete jungle of Melbourne, to a picturesque park at the edge of Daylesford Lake. Before leaving, Granma Wolf gave sage words of warning, “Don’t worry about the Big Bad Wolves or Lazy Little Pigs who’ll try to put you down along the way. Just work hard and do the best you can, because that's the way to get along in the world.” And so that’s what they did.  Mumma Wolf loved to forage and cook, and soon humans were travelling from far and wide to eat at their House beside the Lake, simply named Lakehouse. In the early years, many a Sly Wolf would visit; trying to huff and puff and blow their house down.  While Mumma and Pappa Wolf held onto the walls for dear life, Little Wolf would be safely tucked away in a Caravan with Granma Wolf in the Enchanted Botanical Gardens on Wombat Hill. Little Wolf always felt safe and happy here; perched high above the village, looking over the surrounding countryside and Daylesford township below.

Over time, the Botanic Gardens became the playground and second home of Little Wolf. She spent many happy hours playing on the open lawns beneath the Conservatory and Rotunda, skipping merrily along the Victorian carriage driveway lined with an avenue of mature Dutch Elms and chasing wallabies amongst the leafy Conifer trees. All the while, imagining a magical world where Wombats had Wings, the Powerful Owl talked and laughing Kookaburras told Knock Knock jokes...Read more...