Cornwall, Italy?

Mother Nature has been toying with us here in Rome giving us days of early spring splendor interspersed with winter winds and rain just as we start to put the heavier clothes back into their boxes for next year. Yesterday we were determined to make it a beach day and even though the weather didn't look promising - we had already told the girls our plan and they were too excited for us to back out.

Once we got there, the only people determined enough to be out there was one other lone family and loads of kite surfers. For a wave surfer like Steve this seemed the height of folly - "How the hell can they stand it?" The wind was very strong and all he could imagine was the pain of the icy water being exacerbated by the cold wind - Cornwall revisited. Although in Cornwall - granted, our March is their July. Viola - red-nosed and virtually frozen by the wind - did not appreciate our outing although she didn't complain. Steve made the best of his cashmere scarf looking like a terrorist mummy and "scaring" the girls.


Giulia and Paloma had fun all the same and even took their socks off! Thankfully, there were no Italian grandmothers around to chastise us.