IN the last weekend of the summer holidays Frank and Alice decided to finish their annual Cornwall bucket-and-spade holiday with a weekend cruising from Falmouth on a chartered yacht. They invited Bertie and I to join them. I was wildly excited, had a lovely time and thought I'd write about it afterwards. The article was accepted, the weeks flew by and I didn't notice that I hadn't seen a proof. Imagine my chagrin with the glossy mag arrived, the feature beautifully edited and presented but the genders of the children WRONG!
Now I may well be one of the world's most hopeless grannies but I do know what I've got. On the trip were two lovely grand-daughters, Gwen and Hettie and a grand-son, Kemmel. Okay, he's a yummy little moppet with big brown eyes and a tangle of curls and luckily he can't yet read ... but his parents can. How could I explain? A desperate email to the Yachting Monthly office and back came the amended version. They couldn't quite promise that all print copies would be ceremonially burned but here is what the article should have said - Sailing with my Grandchildren