It began with so much promise.
But at times, it was difficult to see the wood for the trees, as the twins went down with their own version of the G.I. (gastrointestinal) Blues. An unplanned trip to the pharmacy, telephone consultations with doctors, and the general malaise associated with the sickroom, all conspired to dampen our spirits.
We did eventually break cover, in winter coats, to make for the beach. And, on Wednesday, we managed an Easter Egg hunt in the grounds of Lanhydrock House. Fortified with hot soup and slices of home-made cake, we trailed around, looking for clues, praying for the day to show some sunshine.
On the positive side, the girls are now back to fitness, and our daughter is catching up.
We stayed in this same converted mill last year and enjoyed the most perfect holiday. Unbeknown to us, the actress Claire Sweeney, had occupied the place during the previous week. A photo collage, recording the event, now hangs in the kitchen. Sadly, despite our best efforts, we couldn't replicate her level of joy, this time around.
But I left you with a note, saying I was gone looking for seashells.
That much, was achieved!