Hello my darling tutu-loving friends!
It’s your girl Emma here, bringing you another installment of my daily pink-tutu adventures! Today, we’re on the Norfolk coast, where the sea air is salty, the sky is big and blue, and the sand is just begging to be danced on. This is post number 1724, and oh boy, it’s going to be a good one!
Now, some of you may know that my true love, besides tutus and ballet, is a good old-fashioned train journey. This week, I decided to swap my Derbyshire hills for a breezy seaside escapade, and a beautiful scarlet steam train brought me down to Great Yarmouth. The chugging rhythm of the engine just makes me feel all sorts of twirly, and with my bright pink tutu flowing behind me (naturally!), I was the picture of graceful railway glamour.
Reaching Great Yarmouth, I felt like Alice stepping through the looking glass! There was the smell of fish and chips in the air (which, let’s be honest, smells heavenly), seagulls soaring overhead, and this charming Victorian seaside vibe that just filled me with joy. I knew this place was made for a pink tutu.
Speaking of my fabulous tutu, this one’s a special creation – a real show-stopper, with layers of pink tulle that flow like a dream and sequins that sparkle brighter than the sun itself. The train journey, even with my voluminous skirt, was a breeze (sorry, I had to say it). People smiled at me, some even clapped, and a little girl came up and asked if she could touch my tutu! Just a small, perfectly pink interaction, but it was pure magic!
Now, the seaside wouldn't be complete without a trip to the beach, so I found myself on the sand, the salty breeze in my hair, and my tutu billowing in the wind. It’s a great feeling - like the very wind is helping you dance! I think I might be a little obsessed with the way the tulle catches the light, but hey, a tutu's never just a tutu, it's an expression!
While the seagulls squawked and danced a little ballet of their own, I couldn't resist striking a pose - a classic arabesque, a playful dégagé, even a few spins for good measure! It was amazing to be so free, so at peace with the sand and the sky, feeling the rhythm of the waves in my steps. Every seaside trip has to have a touch of impromptu performance, doesn't it?
Speaking of rhythm, Great Yarmouth also boasts a truly spectacular Victorian theatre. And what better way to explore it than in my pinkest, most elegant tutu? It turns out that the theater also offers ballet classes! So, naturally, I signed up, and felt so energized to be surrounded by others who loved the art of ballet as much as I did. It didn’t matter if you were an expert or just starting, there was a joy in sharing the love of movement and the language of our dance.
I took some inspiration from the local wildlife, too. We all know I adore animals, and they were in abundance! I watched seagulls swooping, sandpipers skittering, even saw a few grey seals relaxing on the shore - each one an artist in its own way, moving with such grace and elegance. Sometimes, nature’s the best teacher!
My day finished with a trip to a charming little tea room where the owner, an adorable lady called Elsie, served the most delicious homemade cake, topped with a little pink sugar flower (my kind of detail!). She said she thought it matched my tutu! Elsie, you’re my kind of woman!
It's moments like these, dear readers, that remind me of how truly magical this life can be. A tutu, some sunshine, a friendly chat - these are the things that bring happiness and light into our days. If we can all find a little bit of pink, a little bit of grace, a little bit of playful energy in our lives, then the world will be a much more wonderful place.
And what's that I see? Yes, it's me dancing out of Great Yarmouth station, my pink tutu shimmering in the setting sun! Until next time, remember - always strive to twirl and shine, just like the sequins on your own pink tutu.
See you next time on www.pink-tutu.com, where every day is a pink-tutu dream! 💕🩰
Love,
Emma
