It was the promise of intertidal mudflats that brought us to Port Franklin, but it was this toilet that kept us there.
It reminded me of my nanna’s house at Christmastime—partly because of the geraniums out front, and partly because Christmastime was when we helped her with the yearly flush of the septic.
There was also some encouraging reading in the dunny. Usually one tends to be discreet in public facilities, but in this case, “warm air flow” was required for the healthy operation of the toilet. There was little else to do but your civic duty.
All in all, it was bloody magnificent to see such a well-maintained and cared-for dunny.
And we even had the intertidal mudflats all to ourselves! Mr and Mrs Borrie would certainly be back!
Not so the Department of Environment, Land, Water and Planning, who have been explicitly banned from camping here after last year’s tabling-of-the-annual-report festival got a little bureaucrazy.