BP Service Station

Now, it is not my usual practice to rave and pontificate on the subject of toilets however, in this instance I am prepared to make an acceptation. You could have eaten out of the toilet pan. Spotless.



A week or so back, an old friend and self, ‘Grey Nomads, if you will – headed for Parachilna and the famous Prairie Hotel, to partake of the hospitality of mine host, Lachy and his wonderful wife, Ellie, and, while there to graze on their unique culinary offerings. An over indulgent luncheon however, resulted in an unscheduled stop and mad rush for pristine porcelain. We hauled up at the Elder Terrace, Hawker premises and were treated to the cleanest, most enticing comfort station in all of our manifold travels. Well done folks. Signage, location, hygiene, general presentation - incredible.

Other accoutrements equally superb.



You are now officially a 'must stop' on our Road Map.