Perched on the side of the road that winds up Mount Buller, these gnomes call this tree home. They have a chimney, a window, a front door and a letterbox. I’m not sure of their official address, should you want to write.
After you pick up your snow chains and head towards the resort, you’ll come across their place. Luckily for us, they were home and willing to pose for a portrait. They didn’t have a lot to say – their happy demeanour disguising a dark secret, the only clue to which is the fragment of ceramic hat to their left. I wonder if those tools they’re wielding had anything to do with it?