Looking at the dazzling firework display over the harbour, my family and I were in awe. It was New Year’s Eve 2021, and my husband Ian, 49, and children Laanii, then nine, and Raif, four, were three months into our new life, travelling around the world in a six-berth caravan called Suzy, having left our three-bed semi-detached home on the Isle of Wight.
Growing up in a single-parent family, I never went on holiday, and didn’t go abroad until my 20s. But after backpacking through Asia, Africa, Australia and New Zealand, I caught the travel bug and vowed I would give any future kids the childhood I never had.
Ian and I met in 2013 when my daughter
