“When I was first introduced to the site upon which Lake House now sits, I was speechless. A horse met my wife and I at the fence and followed us as we negotiated our way through the gorse, blackberries and sparse native grass, the seven Redback-infested car wrecks and the lone, dying eucalyptus tree at the edge of the steep slope, that fell to the waters of the swamp below. My wife asked, “Is it do-able Al?”, I responded, “Of course”. An hour later the ex-mine site was ours; a piece of earth that had been turned completely inside-out in the search of gold.
Co-owner, Allan Wolf-Tasker