Amanda Sparrow-Large-Teague, 45, Northern Ireland
Staggering to the side of the boat in my high heels, I grabbed the railing, tried to steady myself as the ground swayed beneath my feet.
It was July 2016 and I was getting married on a ship in the middle of the Irish sea. When I’d booked it, I’d imagined an idyllic destination wedding. Instead, it was pouring with rain, the deck was slippery and dangerous.
Without warning, one of my bridesmaids threw up over my long white satin dress.
‘I’m so sorry, Amanda,’ she gasped, horrified.
‘It’s OK, you couldn’t help it,’ I soothed her.
But I was deeply worried. This should be the happiest day of my life. Instead, I had a nasty feeling that the awful weather and the sea-sickness were…
