TEENAGE KICKS
y son Charlie, 18, is leaning out over the side of the yacht hollering with joy. ‘Best holiday ever,’ he yells, as we zip along the glittering surface of the Atlantic, the sails of our yacht powering us forward from Penzance to the Isles of Scilly. It is our last holiday before my son goes to university and I want it to be a memorable one. With a busy social life, summer jobs and girlfriend, it’s hard to get him to spend any time with me, never mind go on a week’s holiday. But by booking a sailing trip to the Scillies on a
