Hello lovelies!
It's Emma here, ready to paint your day a little bit pinker with another dose of tutu-licious travel adventures! Today, I'm swapping the Derbyshire dales for the breezy shores of Whitley Bay - yes, you heard me right! The sea is calling, and I'm ready to answer with a whole lot of pirouettes and a touch of glitter, of course!
I woke up this morning feeling like a fluffy, pink cloud, ready to take on the world in my new, sunshine yellow tutu. You know how much I adore my collection, but this little number just sings a different tune - a cheerful, summery melody that's got me skipping and twirling with excitement.
My journey to the North East started in a flurry of lavender-scented loveliness, my train ticket tucked snugly into the pocket of my vintage floral bag. Honestly, I can't imagine anything more delightful than settling into a plush carriage, admiring the changing landscape whizzing past the window, and feeling that thrill of anticipation as the journey unfolds.
But even with all the charm of rail travel, my heart really skipped a beat when we pulled into the station at Whitley Bay. The salty sea air hit me with a fresh energy, and I couldn't wait to soak it all in!
The first order of business was a beach stroll, of course. I swear, I could practically hear the sand whisper its own symphony as my feet danced along the shoreline. And who knew a seaside promenade could be so inspiring? I found myself weaving some new ballet steps in my head, inspired by the ebb and flow of the tides, the swaying seagulls, and the joyful cries of children playing in the sand. It's no wonder so many talented dancers have found their spark by the sea!
Next on my agenda: a little cultural exploration at the Whitley Bay Playhouse. Oh, the excitement! This is the home of the North East Ballet, a company I've always wanted to see perform, and let me tell you, they didn't disappoint! The stage lights, the exquisite costumes, the sheer emotion of their artistry, it all combined to create a breathtaking experience that left me wanting more. I can still see the glittering tulle swirling through the air, a visual treat that my soul just couldn't get enough of.
After the performance, my legs felt like jelly (but in a good way!) so I treated myself to a little indulgence: a decadent, whipped cream-laden dessert at a local café, followed by a delightful afternoon tea with the most perfectly pastel-coloured pastries.
Now, this is a part of my journey I just have to share: I discovered the most adorable independent shop tucked away in a side street, overflowing with vintage lace, whimsical ribbons, and delicate antique jewellery. It was a treasure trove for a pink tutu-loving heart! I emerged with a small velvet pouch (in pink, of course!) that I filled with handmade soaps that smell like sugared strawberries and vanilla – perfect for my next bath-time dance!
Evening came too quickly, but it was time to truly embrace the local charm of Whitley Bay. I stumbled upon a friendly pub, the walls adorned with quirky prints and local artwork. As the warm glow of the lamplights enveloped the pub, a group of locals struck up a conversation. I ended up discussing ballet with them – apparently, they'd attended a local performance of "Swan Lake" just last week! It just goes to show, ballet truly can connect us all, no matter where we are or who we are.
And that's my Whitley Bay whirlwind, dear friends. It's a town brimming with seaside charm, theatrical wonders, and unexpected artistic treasures – a place that perfectly captured my girly heart, from the crashing waves to the twinkling lights of the theatre.
Don't forget to join me on my next adventure! Be sure to check out the blog every day on www.pink-tutu.com to stay updated on my pink-tastic journey!
Until next time, twirl on!
Emma xx
