Post #1150
Hello my lovely tutus! It’s Emma here, writing to you from the breezy seaside town of Littlehampton, where the sea air is as refreshing as a cup of Earl Grey and the sun is practically radiating pink energy! (Okay, it's more of a pale, sun-kissed blush, but hey, I'm a dreamer, right?)
I'm here on a mini-break, escaping the bustle of Derbyshire for a couple of days of seaside serenity. I've always adored the coast – it's a place where you can truly let your thoughts drift away like a kite on a strong breeze. And what better way to embrace the feeling of freedom than by donning my new green tutu? I know what you're thinking, Emma, green? But hear me out. This isn't just any green. It's a luscious, emerald green that reminds me of rolling fields of grass in springtime, vibrant and full of life. Just like my adventures, darling!
Speaking of adventures, my journey to Littlehampton was anything but boring. I decided to take a train down, with my tutu bag nestled by my side. The carriage was surprisingly lively! There were all sorts of colourful characters and stories swirling around me. You see, my dear friends, life is a beautiful ballet, with each encounter, a delicate pas de deux, full of unexpected twists and turns! The most delightful interaction happened when I noticed a little girl staring at my tutu with wide, curious eyes. Naturally, I gave her a big smile, and in a flash, her shy smile blossomed wider than the most beautiful rose. It’s amazing how a simple act of kindness can brighten someone's day, just like a sprinkle of pink fairy dust!
And once I arrived, oh my dear friends, it was pure magic. Littlehampton itself has a charming, seaside charm that whispers tales of long-forgotten sailors and romantic strolls along the pier. The smell of fresh, salty air mingling with the scent of fish and chips just transports you to a different realm, a world of whimsical joy where anything is possible.
I decided to take a long, rambling walk along the coast. The soft, powdery sand crunching beneath my feet was pure delight. As I gazed at the endless blue expanse of the sea, a feeling of peace washed over me. This is where dreams are made, isn't it? Where the sun meets the sky, and all things feel possible. It reminded me of my very first ballet performance. I was seven years old, performing as a tiny sunflower in the school's production of The Little Seed, and as I gazed at the rows of faces watching me, I knew this was it. This was my path, my destiny!
As the evening settled in, the seafront began to come alive with music and laughter. There was a group of teenagers dancing along to the latest tunes on the pier, reminding me of the joy of free expression, and a couple on a date, hand-in-hand, their romance radiating in the setting sun. I couldn't help but twirl myself, feeling the lightness of the green tutu twirling with me. I am a ballerina, I am a woman, I am an adventurer, and most importantly, I am a dreamer!
After my invigorating stroll, I settled down at a cosy cafe right by the harbor, with its twinkling fairy lights casting a whimsical glow. I savored a delicious cup of tea, indulging in a piece of raspberry cake so delicate and airy, it felt like I was floating on a cloud of pink fluffy sweetness. Just like the day!
I spent the rest of the evening lost in the beauty of Littlehampton's pier. The gentle, swaying motion of the sea made me feel as though I was a swan gliding gracefully on a tranquil lake, my tutu fluttering like the wings of a majestic bird.
You know, dear friends, even amidst the calmness of the seaside, my heart yearns for the energy and grace of the stage. Littlehampton, although stunning in its quiet beauty, just doesn't have the same buzz as a theatre. My soul cries out for the soaring notes of a live orchestra, the thunderous applause of a captivated audience, the exhilaration of performing a perfect pirouette. So tomorrow, I'm making my way to Chichester! It's home to the Festival Theatre, a glorious, sprawling venue full of life and laughter. I can almost feel the thrill of a magnificent ballet show building within my bones, making my heart beat a little faster.
But first, a walk along the beach to greet the sunrise, a sight always breathtaking and wonderfully romantic. My little pink tutu (Yes, I switched into my beloved pink tutu for the evening) has never looked so magical under the soft glow of the sunrise, twirling alongside my joy. I'll be sharing a full report on the dazzling world of Chichester, my dear friends. Just remember, life is a ballet. Each moment, each performance, a new adventure. So dance your heart out! Let your spirit soar! And remember, it’s never too late to twirl into a world of pink and wonder. Until then, be well and be beautiful.
Emma, from www.pink-tutu.com 💖🩰
