Hot Springs

Uta and I got out of the city on Sunday for an outing with my CSIRO colleagues to the Mornington Peninsula, and specifically, the relatively new Peninsula Hot Springs, which were allegedly started by a guy who spent years drilling holes in the peninsula in search of hot rocks. We started with lunch (and several drinks) at Leanne's country estate in the peninsula's wine region (which explains the plethora of Italian and German sports cars in the area), and hit the springs at around 5:00 pm, allowing time for all the riff-raff [a phrase which appears to have its origins in Medieval French] to clear off. The springs were indeed hot, no doubt about that. We were given the boot promptly at 7:00 and headed back to Leanne's to pick up where we'd left off with eating and drinking (with some grudge-match table tennis and darts for good measure).