Winter Food. There's nothing like arriving after a days drive to the warmth of The Helena Suite in The Old Eltham Post Office and a platter of Eltham Cheese and local cured meats. BYO Wine.

By David & Maria


 

Location: Eltham, New Zealand
We're David and Maria the owners and present custodians of the 1906 Eltham Post Office where we offer a Romantic and luxurious Bed and Breakfast stay for discerning travellers.

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