'My husband was possessed': The wife of James Cracknell talks
about the accident that almost killed him  By Beverley Turner
Beverley Turner  Journey from hell: Beverley reveals for the
first time how her husband's brain injury made him sounds like a
old English gentleman  This time last year, as I chased the
children across sand dunes in Devon, my husband James Cracknell
was attacking the undulating sand hills of the Sahara in the
epic Marathon des Sables. It was a typical weekend in our
bizarre household.  Being married to such an overachiever hasn't
always been easy.  By definition, Olympic gold medallists must
be capable of immense single-mindedness. But almost ten years
after meeting on a cheesy game-show while I was a jobbing TV
presenter and James was enjoying success as part of Steve
Redgrave's victorious coxless four, we were happier than ever.
Thanks largely to James's support, I was about to submit my
first novel and we were talking about trying for a third baby.
It had been seven years since Jam