‘I refused to leave her side’ Barefoot, we ran across the sand. Elizabeth, five, giggled as I pretended to chase her. ‘You can’t catch me, Mummy,’ she said, and I laughed too, loving seeing her so happy.
Elizabeth was my baby. I’d fallen pregnant with her aged 35 and although I’d split with her dad when she was a few months old, we’d remained close friends for our little girl’s sake, both adoring being parents.
She’d always loved the beach. At weekends, after working at my office job, we’d set off on the two-hour journey from our home in Cheltenham, Gloucestershire, to Durdle Door in Dorset. Together we’d build sandcastles and walk the long stretches of coastline, loving being in the fresh air.
Extremely rare
But then one day, a…
