When I see our wedding photos, it’s like looking at someone else’s
One cold, crisp evening in February 2016, I went on a white-water kayaking course in Hertfordshire. I’d had lessons, but I was still a beginner and my skills weren’t as strong as the flow of the water.
I spun, flipped and tipped. I heard a loud thud. I didn’t know which way was up. There was a sharp pain on my brow below my helmet, water red like wine, tossing and whirling me in the current.
