Moriac is named for an Aboriginal word meaning “hill”, and is flat as a tack. Just a few kilometres north is an actual hill, which the colonial settlers named Mount Moriac (yes, “Mount Hill”) to really confuse things. Luckily the present-day authorities built this little number for you to mull this over (or play snake on your Nokia, your choice really).
It’s got a nice tiled floor straight out of nan’s bathroom—brings back childhood memories and is easy to mop.
Moriac train station, which closed in the eighties, used to sit right next to the public dunny, but the V/Line to Warrnambool still shoots through—time things right as the train trundles past and you can toot to your heart’s content; anyone using the Lions Club BBQ facilities will be none the wiser.
And what fine facilities they are!