Day 72 of 366: When Mary Poppins Left

I can’t imagine anybody who would not like the Mary Poppins story. I only discovered it when I moved to England, but it is still one of the most wonderful stories I know. Every time I see a merry-go-round I just want to get on the horse and enjoy the ride, like Martin and I did on our first trip to Bournemouth 18 years ago. I highly recommend it to everybody to try and be a child again.

It’s supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

Winds in the east
Mist coming in
Like something is brewing
About to begin
Can’t put me finger
On what lies in store
But I feel what’s to happen
All happened before

Pamela Lyndon Travers
(born Helen Lyndon Goff)

When Mary Poppins Left

I love Bournemouth beach. It is very unassuming and peaceful. On mornings like this I can’t imagine being anywhere else.