Growing up …
Two years old and blissfully unaware of what life had in store for me.
The child anyone would wish for – five years old and not a care in the world.
A happy bridesmaid, aged nine.
At eleven years old, approximately one month before the attack.
This picture still fills me with fear – the orchard where Huntley attacked me.
The pub that was situated near the place of my attack.
The pictures on this page and the pages that follow show me being interviewed by the police about the attack. I think my body language clearly shows how very difficult it was for me to talk about what had happened.
My Grandad, who I adored and who was my best friend and, inset, the Pea Bung, my favourite place to go for fish and chips when I was younger.
The nightmares begin.
With Colin in 2003.
The happiest day of my life.
Despite the trauma of my past, I am determined to develop a career in modelling.