I was 15 when I met Barry, then 19, at a pal’s 18th birthday. Chatting away, I was smitten with the hunky mechanic. Inseparable, we met up every week and, when I was 16, Barry popped the question.
That week, we chose a ring together – gold, with a cluster of diamonds and sapphires.
Still young, the years ticked by and, when I turned 22, we bought our first house together. Saving for the wedding was outweighed by other commitments.
Then, in early 2014, I fell pregnant.
‘Bang goes the wedding again!’ I laughed.
‘We’ll manage,’ Barry insisted.
So, we attended several wedding fairs.
In May, Swarling Manor, a stately home, hosted a fair. Set in 75 acres, it was breathtaking.
On arrival, we spotted a competition to win a…
