I WASN’T too young

Sitting on the train to Stratford-Upon-Avon, I was a complete ball of nerves.

As a medieval town with a rich history, plus a beautiful riverside, my partner Sam, 29, had always wanted to go there.

‘I can’t believe you booked this,’ he said to me with a huge grin on the train.

Up until we boarded in late February of this year, he had no idea where we were going.

You see, this wasn’t going to be any ordinary day out.

I was going to propose.

My mum Debbie had proposed to my dad, Andy many years ago, and I intended on keeping up the tradition.

‘What have you got to lose?’ Mum encouraged me a few days earlier. ‘He’s a great guy.’

Me and Sam had been together just over a year after meeting at his birthday party and I knew he