Hey lovelies!
It's Emma here, your resident pink tutu enthusiast, reporting live from the enchanting (and surprisingly bustling!) town of Ashington.
As you know, I'm always up for an adventure, and today's escapade involved a whole lot of train travel, a dash of unexpected wildlife, and of course, my trusty pink tutu.
Let me rewind a little: after a rather grueling week in the Derbyshire countryside (think endless rehearsals and more pliés than I care to count), I was craving a change of scenery. And what better way to escape than a long, leisurely train journey?
The moment I saw the ticket for the North Eastern line, I knew it was fate. Ashington, a name whispered in my childhood dreams, had called to me. And with the sun peeking out from behind the clouds, I couldn't wait to step off the train and explore its hidden corners.
Speaking of the train journey, can we talk about the utter delight of travelling in style? Forget those stuffy carriages and uncomfortable seats - I found myself a cosy corner by the window, with the rhythmic click-clack of the wheels soothing my soul. And naturally, no Emma-approved journey is complete without a touch of glamour, so my favourite pink tulle creation (this one has delicate floral embroidery, just sayin') added a touch of ballerina magic to the experience.
Now, Ashington might not be known for its glamorous hotspots (at least, not yet!), but there's something refreshingly authentic about its charm. I found myself wandering through the streets, inhaling the scent of freshly baked bread, and marvelling at the intricate details of the Victorian architecture.
Then came the unexpected encounter – a cheeky squirrel, bouncing amongst the trees, tail a blur of movement as it scampered towards the fallen crumbs I offered (because yes, I always travel with a packet of snacks – one never knows!)
And did I mention the birds? Imagine, dear reader, a whole chorus of songbirds, serenading me with their melodious trills. The sight and sound were utterly magical. They say a place speaks to your soul, and Ashington whispered sweet nothings in mine.
After all the excitement, it was time for a well-deserved afternoon tea at the local bakery. They're known for their famous scones with clotted cream, and I wouldn't have dared leave without trying one. They were divine. I swear, it felt like every bite was dipped in a sugar plum cloud, just heavenly!
Now, I can’t resist a little peek behind the curtain - the main purpose of my Ashington journey was actually a private ballet lesson at a charming little dance studio tucked away on a quiet street. Yes, I'm a ballerina, after all! And it was truly refreshing to immerse myself in the pure joy of movement, the music swirling around me, the air alive with the rhythm of our graceful steps.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with fiery hues of orange and crimson, I knew it was time to say farewell to Ashington. But before leaving, I promised myself a return trip, to explore its hidden corners more deeply, to uncover the secrets whispered in its quiet nooks, and of course, to wear another pink tutu and share it with the world!
You know, the world would be a brighter place with a little more pink tutu love, wouldn’t it? And don't forget, there’s no better way to feel empowered and strong than with a little twirl!
So what are you waiting for? Put on your most glamorous tutu (any colour will do!) and embrace your inner ballerina. Go on, give it a try, you won’t regret it!
And remember, always keep twirling!
Love,
Emma www.pink-tutu.com
