Wilderland looks like hippy Hobbiton. Wonky houses, charming as anything, all colourful and ramshackle and dotted through happy land. Two blokes step out of the picture from god-knows-where. They are about as tall as each other and everything around them looks miniature and their height adds to the whimsy of it all. You wonder how they fit inside their coops, or if they disappear at the end of the day, like magic. You blink and they're still there. One of them is the Wilderland general manager, Russel Mooyman.