Frustrated, unable to walk, I fell into a deep depression I was amazed, so proud at how farI’d come Walking through the countryside with my two kids, I felt alive. Summer breeze, leg muscles pumping, feet pounding the muddy fields.
It was June 2005, and being outdoors and active was my life.
Skiing, cycling, horse-riding and, my biggest passion, scuba diving.
I loved exploring the ocean – the deeper the better.
My hubby and I were separated, so our kids George, then 10, and Rebecca, then 9, spent two weekends a month at his.
I missed them, but I also relished the chance to scuba dive.
That month, aged 40, I’d planned a diving weekend in Cornwall.
‘See you in a few days,’ I smiled, waving George and Rebecca…
