RISING FEAR

Vicky Murphy, 37, Newquay

As the sand squelched under my welly boots, I clasped my boyfriend Marc’s hand and smiled. Strolling along the sands of Chapel Porth beach in St Agnes, Cornwall, we wound around the headland towards a secluded cove just a few minutes’ walk away.

It was 24 May 2009, and Marc, then 26, and I were on a much-needed break from our busy lives in Swanscombe, Kent.

I’d always loved this part of the country – Marc and I had even talked about moving down here.

Now, though, at 35 weeks pregnant, I knew there wouldn’t be another opportunity where I’d be able to manage the walk, so I soaked it all up.

‘I can’t wait to know what we’re having,’ I smiled to Marc.

By the time we reached the cove, I was starting to feel