When I was a child, love to me was what the sea is to a fish: something you swim in while you are going about the important affairs of life. - P. L. Travers

Mary Poppins never told anybody anything. . . .

The Dolphins were after it in a second, two dark striving shapes rippling through the water. Jane and Michael could hardly breathe. Which would win the prize? Or would the prize escape?

Nothing I had written before Mary Poppins had anything to do with children and I have always assumed, when I thought about it at all, that she had come out of the same well of nothingness (and by nothingness, I mean no-thing-ness)