SAVE US!
As the sand squelched under my feet, I clasped my boyfriend Marc’s hand. Strolling along Chapel Porth beach in St Agnes, Cornwall, we wound around the headland towards a secluded cove a few minutes’ walk away.
It was 24 May 2009, and Marc, then 26, and I were on a break from our busy lives in Swanscombe, Kent.
I’d always loved this part of the country – Marc and I had even talked about moving down here.
Now, though, at 35 weeks pregnant, I knew there wouldn’t be another chance where I’d be able to manage the walk, so I soaked it all up.
‘I can’t wait to know what we’re having,’ I smiled.
By the time we reached the cove, I was
