Post #3489
Oh my darlings, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and I'm sitting in my little pink dressing room, finally catching my breath after an exhilarating day in the lovely seaside town of Folkestone! As I said in yesterday's post, a quick trip down to the coast was just what the doctor ordered, and let me tell you, Folkestone certainly did not disappoint!
The journey itself was pure bliss. Leaving Derbyshire behind, I hopped aboard a majestic steam train - I do love those old beauties, don't you? – and spent the entire journey with my nose in a copy of "Anna Karenina," indulging in my latest literary obsession. Nothing beats curling up with a good book on a steam train, and with the countryside flashing by outside the window, it really felt like something out of a vintage postcard.
Arriving in Folkestone, I was instantly captivated. This charming seaside town, with its pretty pastel houses and colourful shops, was bursting with energy. First on the agenda was a delicious lunch at a cafe that looked like it had stepped straight out of a film set - complete with dainty teacups and the most divine strawberry and clotted cream scone!
After lunch, I decided to venture down to the beach, where the crisp sea air was simply delightful. The view was breathtaking, with the vast expanse of blue meeting the rugged coastline. As I strolled along the promenade, I felt that familiar flutter of joy, like a prima ballerina gliding across the stage. It was as though the very sea itself was whispering a sweet melody into my ear!
And speaking of dancing, my Folkestone adventure couldn't possibly end without a little pirouette! I had stumbled upon a tiny, unassuming ballet studio, tucked away on a quiet side street, and decided to pay them a little visit. Let me tell you, darlings, it was a complete delight!
I found myself amongst a delightful group of ladies, young and old, all sharing a love for ballet. It felt so liberating to simply throw my cares away and lose myself in the movements. I even convinced them to wear little pink tutus for our final flourish – they may not have had a stage to perform on, but it was definitely a magical moment, one of those memories you carry in your heart forever!
Later, as the evening settled in, I treated myself to the most exquisite fish and chips - fresh from the sea, of course! – enjoying a little picnic right on the beach. With the golden sun setting in the west and the sound of seagulls calling to each other, I found myself lost in contemplation. This seaside town, with its salty air, vibrant atmosphere, and welcoming spirit, felt like a place that held so many beautiful stories, like a delicate pink tutu shimmering under the stage lights.
And that's the beauty of travel, darlings, isn't it? It reminds you of the wonders of life, of those simple pleasures we so often take for granted. So, do you ever find yourself needing a little escape, a bit of a fairy tale, or maybe just a nudge to wear a pink tutu? Well, Folkestone is calling! Grab your dancing shoes, pack your pinkest tutu, and get ready for an adventure, darling! You'll never know what beautiful stories await you around the next corner!
See you next time, with another Pink Tutu Adventure,
Emma 💖🩰
www.pink-tutu.com
