Post Number: 1759
Oh my dears, what a glorious day it's been! I'm writing this with a little skip in my step and a big smile on my face - and let me tell you, it's all thanks to the magic of the pink tutu. 🩰
You see, today was a whirlwind of travelling and ballet! And as you know, those are two of my absolute favourite things. Now, I don't often take the train to Didcot, usually opting for the more leisurely ride on horseback (I swear, you haven't lived until you've seen the Cotswolds on horseback - the colours are just divine!) - but today was a bit of a rush. The Royal Ballet was performing "Swan Lake" at the Corn Exchange and I wouldn't have missed it for the world! 🦢
Of course, I had to dress for the occasion. Pink was my obvious choice. This time, I wore a vintage, cherry blossom pink tutu I picked up at a quaint little antique shop in Bakewell, right in the heart of my home county, Derbyshire. It twirled so beautifully with the rhythm of the train! 🚂
When I finally reached Didcot, the little town felt so full of life! People everywhere were chatting excitedly about the ballet, their faces bright with anticipation. There was something in the air, a real buzz. I popped into a cute cafe and enjoyed a pot of Earl Grey and a raspberry éclair - a delightful, girly indulgence.
The performance itself was breathtaking. The dancers were so elegant, so graceful, they truly brought the story to life. I felt like I was transported into another world, swept away by the beauty of the dance and the romance of the tale. Even though I love performing myself, there's just something special about watching a show of that calibre.
After the ballet, I couldn't resist taking a little stroll around Didcot. There was a quaint antique shop where I picked up a charming little pink birdcage for my collection (I'm quite the birdwatcher, you see. Just ask my collection of antique cages!) 🐦
There's something so romantic about Didcot, you know? The quiet charm of the Victorian architecture, the little shops overflowing with colour, the whispers of history that permeate the air. It was truly a magical place to spend a day.
As the sun set on Didcot, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, I knew I had to capture the beauty of it all. So I took out my camera and snapped a few photos. I even persuaded a sweet, little girl in a floral dress to let me take a photo of her twirling, surrounded by the pink-hued clouds - just like a scene from a fairy tale.
The journey back to Derbyshire was quiet and peaceful, a gentle lullaby after the excitement of the day. I sat by the window, watching the rolling hills pass by, a sense of contentment settling over me. Didcot, I realised, was much more than just a small town on the rail line. It was a place where magic happens, a place where the pink tutu and the railway truly meet.
Until next time, darling readers! Remember, don't be afraid to wear a pink tutu, to embrace your inner ballerina and to spread a little sparkle wherever you go. You never know, you might just inspire someone to find their own fairy tale journey!
Much love,
Emma x
