An evening walk - my stubborn, sunshine girl insists on bringing an umbrella, putting all our eyes at risk with her wild swinging.
"I'm Mary Poppins!" she tells us. Mary Poppins does have strong connections to our area - the author was born not so very far away.
The girls run and play with the umbrella until we finally confiscate it after she hurts her hand in the mechanism - shocked at the small pain despite our warnings.
They run and play, light-footed and so very free in the fading light.