Who lives on Beedilly Lane?

Macey arrived at Beedilly Lane one sunny afternoon, tucked inside a picnic basket that had been forgotten beneath the Whistling Willow Tree.

When the basket was opened, out popped Macey, nose twitching at the smell of fresh-baked cookies cooling in a nearby window.

She decided then and there that this was the place for her — a lane where adventures and treats were always close at paw.

Pippin stumbled upon Beedilly Lane while following the glint of something shiny caught in the grass. It turned out to be an old brass button, left behind by a traveler long ago.

Thrilled by the find, Pippin realised the lane was full of forgotten treasures, and he decided to make it his home — building tiny, secret treasure nests in the hollow trees.

Wren wandered into Beedilly Lane on a misty morning, drawn by the soft glow of lanterns hanging in the trees.

She loved the quiet stories whispered by the wind and decided to stay, making her home in a cozy grove where moss grows thick and the stars seem a little closer.

Finlo first heard about Beedilly Lane from a robin who owed him a favour.

Curious (and always looking for a new game to play), Finlo trotted down the cobbled path and found a place full of laughter, nooks for hiding, and friends who didn’t mind the occasional harmless prank.

It suited him just right.

Larkspur came to Beedilly Lane riding inside a thistledown puff, floating on the breeze.

She landed with a tumble into a patch of clover and, finding it perfectly snug, decided to stay.

She spends her days gathering tiny treasures and stitching magic into the everyday things most folk overlook.

Bramble curled up under Beedilly Lane long before anyone else arrived. He had found a forgotten burrow beneath the hills, where lost songs and dreams from passing travellers would drift down like rain.

When the others began to settle in, Bramble peeked out — and found a world too warm and welcoming to hide from for long.