Our family-moon!
I looked up at him as we said our vows.
Our family looked on. It was May 2019, and we’d hired a marquee overlooking the South Devon coastline.
I wore a white dress and my new hubby Ross looked dapper in his Royal Marines uniform.
Our three-yearold son Riley was pageboy at our side and our Labrador Maui was our ring bearer with them around her neck.
As our friends erupted into cheers there was one thought on our minds: adventure.
Most people say their vows and quickly imagine settling down to domestic life.
But there’d be no pipe and slippers for us just yet.
We were on the brink of a massive adventure, the likes of which I’d never dreamed I’d do.
Before the wedding, we’d bought a £6000 campervan. Ross had been
