In my son’s name
Debbie Anne Turnbull, 63, Holywell, Flintshire
Toddling over to the swimming pool edge, my son Chris, then 3, stepped into the water with a plop.
His cheeky face smiled up between two bright orange armbands as he kicked and splashed.
‘He’s a natural!’ I joked to my husband John, then 38.
It was 1993, and we were all on holiday in Tenerife.
Chris had made a beeline for the pool and loved it.
Before too long, the armbands were off and he’d learnt to swim.
He loved an adventure.
Growing up in north Wales, we were surrounded by lakes and beauty spots.
