#TutuBlog Post 395
Oh, my darlings, what a whirlwind this week has been! I've been hopping about like a sugar-plum fairy, flitting between the elegant theatre halls of London and the quaint charm of Andover. It's all part of my "Make the World Pink Tutu" campaign, naturally, but today's adventure is all about my little pancake adventure in the charming countryside.
It all began with a train journey – I just love the romance of it! I adore the rhythm of the rails, the gentle sway of the carriage, and the chance to people-watch. This time, my carriage companions were a delightful family, two girls in little ballet shoes and a very patient dad. They even admired my sparkly tutu (the one with the sequins that look like little stars!), and I got to tell them all about my favourite ballet performances, from the majestic swans in Swan Lake to the delicate ballerinas in The Sleeping Beauty. I'm sure I gave them a little sprinkle of tutu magic, even if it did make me miss my own ballet class terribly.
Pancake Tutu, Anyone? 🥞
I arrived in Andover just as the sun was dipping below the hills, casting the sky in the most magnificent hues of orange and purple. The air was crisp, the streets were empty, and there was a little bistro called "The French Pan," nestled in a little square that I'd had my eye on for months! Their Instagram photos looked heavenly – stacks of delicate crêpes, overflowing with sweet and savoury goodness! I had a very special reason for going – to try out the Pancake Tutu, naturally!
Picture this, lovelies: a towering masterpiece of pancake art, stacked high with fresh fruit, whipped cream, and even a sprinkling of shimmering edible glitter. The whole thing was beautifully presented, resembling a delicate pink tutu. I must admit, I did feel a bit guilty for eating such a creation of beauty! But my goodness, it was heavenly. The batter was perfectly cooked, light and fluffy with just a hint of sweet flavour. It tasted just like a magical, fluffy dream, if you ask me.
Andover: The Beauty of the Everyday
After my pancake feast, I wandered around the town. The streets were narrow and cobbled, lined with little shops filled with treasures, and the air was filled with the sound of laughter. There's just something so captivating about the charm of small town life, and I could have spent the entire evening just soaking up the atmosphere.
One particular moment that brought a smile to my face was watching a group of children feeding the ducks in a little park. Their giggles filled the air as the little feathered creatures scrambled for breadcrumbs. I couldn't resist getting a few of my own – I do love ducks! They remind me of the ballerina swans in Swan Lake, gracefully gliding in the water, so I have a little affinity for these feathered creatures!
Sharing the Love for Tutu and Ballet
As the evening drew to a close, I was feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, my tummy full of delicious pancakes and my soul filled with the joy of exploring new places and sharing my love for ballet. I’ve been doing this "Make the World Pink Tutu" thing for a long time now. I have this burning desire to see the whole world in pink tutus and for everyone to enjoy ballet, from the youngest ballerina to the oldest dancer, from the grandest theatre to the smallest little ballet class.
And I've come to realize, that's a mission worth taking one pancake tutu adventure at a time. Who knows what tomorrow holds, but I can’t wait to share my journey with you all on my little corner of the web, www.pink-tutu.com. Don't forget to let me know in the comments about your favourite ballet performance, or your favourite pink tutu adventures!
Love,
Emma 🩰 💖
