Tilting my face towards the sun, I sighed happily as I felt the hot, velvety sand between my toes. A mumof-six, I was eight months pregnant with my seventh child and felt enormous with my bump. A relaxing beach day is just what the doctor ordered, I thought. I’d brought five of my kids along so they could build sandcastles and have a splash in the sea during the heatwave. The beach near to where we lived in Aberdare, South Wales, was packed, so we scanned the area to find a spot where we could put our stuff down. “Let’s sit here,” I said, finally.
I was with Logan, 14, Braydan, 10, Roxy, nine, Kruz, eight, and four-year-old Blake. My eldest, Tamzin, 16, had stayed at home. “Mum, can we…
