Ten years ago, my sister-in-law Lois had a big birthday coming up, so we all asked her what she wanted, fully expecting her to say “anything with spots on it”, that being her thing. But no. “Baby bay trees” she said. “I need 100 of them.” So we all chipped in and gave her small pots of straggly little bay trees, which she planted around her newly opened café, on the shores of Lake Purrumbete, in the Western District of Victoria.