Strolling through the park, a huge smile spread across my face.
It was May last year, and I was spending the bank holiday with my family, best friend Shareen, 32, and her kids.
A sunny day, we’d travelled to Rosemead Park in Hull to meet up.
As we walked across the grass, my husband Paddy, 34, and I were hurrying along our four kids – Max, then nine, Mason then eight, Molly, then six, and Matilda, then three – as they were cartwheeling around us.
Our gymnast Max in particular was always showing off a new move he’d learnt.
Finally, we reached Shareen who was taking photos of her two girls, Macie, then 10, and Mia, then nine, next to a rusty flyover.
The girls all danced together, and their teacher had set them a challenge to pose in the most unusual of places.
As the girls posed in front of the graffiti,
