Wrapping a towel around himself, my son Vinny plonked down on the sand next to me.
‘I don’t know how you manage in that water,’ I laughed. ‘It’s freezing!’
It was October 2015, and we were on holiday in North Wales.
While my husband Mark, now 51, and I enjoyed relaxing on the beach, Vinny, then 14, had spent hours bodyboarding in the sea.
We were having a great time away, but by 8pm that night, back in our caravan, Vinny started looking peaky.
‘Must be that icy water,’ I said. ‘Best you have an early night tonight.’
Vinny fell asleep right away, but by the next morning, he was throwing up non-stop, and I knew something was very wrong.
All of a sudden, Vinny was taking short shallow breaths,…