Following a remarkably large and multi-coursed breakfast, we set off to see what the day held for us.
The first thing we did was to cross the road to take in the view over the bay and out to sea.
As we gazed at the vista before us, Wilson remarked that he should have sent a copy of his job application to Ms Caroline Katz — just to demonstrate to her that he's an anteater with ambition and who's going places.
Once Wilson had sent off his email job application to the Editor of the Daily Telegraph (BCC'd to the entire newsroom, the owner, all the shareholders, Teresa May, Jeremy Corbyn and Nick Clegg) he spent a restless night worrying.
Every few minutes he'd boot up his iPad and re-read his application to make sure he'd spelled all the difficult words properly.
Finally he fell into a deep sleep and awoke refreshed and hungry.
In the dining room he ordered a Full English Vegetarian Breakfast for himself — and for me, saying that he'd happily finish up anything I left.
You may be aware that the UK is now in the grip of a heatwave — Wilson is certain that's due to him, since it started immediately after he posted a weather forecast chart predicting exactly that!
On the drive down to Newquay W dozen a lot of the time, but he was awake for a news bulletin announcing that since Boris Johnson has been appointed Foreign Secretary [no, I don't believe it either!] he has given up his column in the Daily Telegraph from which had previously trousered £275,000 per year.
As soon as we had booked into the hotel Wilson ran up to our room and logged-on to the the hotel's Free Wi-Fi with his iPad and started composing a letter to the Telegraph's Editor applying for Boris' recently-vacated job.
Since Wilson didn't go to Eton (or, indeed, any school at all) I don't suppose he'll get the job — but I honestly think he could do it!
Still, if he doesn't get the Telegraph gig, there might be a career waiting for him at the Met Office...
The sTone Brothers have been given strict instructions about guarding the Tomato Farm while we're away... the Bees have assured Wilson that they will text him if anything bad happens... and we're off!
It takes W fifty or so miles to stop worrying about whether he's locked the doors, turned off the lights in his 'Museum' and so on, but I've reassured him that the Bees will be able to take care of any minor mishaps during our absence.
So, apart from (numerous) comfort breaks: Next Stop Newquay!
The weather this year has been very disappointing, but today the sun is shining weakly so the Bees have taken their two boys, Johnson and Johnson, out for a picnic in the country before the rain returns.
The lads — being adopted ladybirds — aren't really interested in pollen or nectar, but the Bees are insisting on bringing them up as bees.
I can't see this ending well but, despite being adopted myself, I'm not an expert in these matters. I just predict that in a few years time the Johnson Brothers will be writing to Nicky Campbell at 'Long Lost Family' trying to locate their Birth Parents...
Anyway, Wilson has put up a Weather Forecast Chart showing sunny weather ahead — he told me he expects it will make people feel happier if they think sunshine is around the corner, and it might encourage the Jet Stream to sort itself out and bring us brief period of summery weather for our holiday before winter sets in.
I'm not certain this is how weather works, but what do I know?
