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#TutuBlog 2006-12-26 in Prestwich with a stiff tutu.

Prestwich Calling! 🩰

Post #3828 | 26 December 2006

Hello, darlings! It’s your favourite pink tutu-clad blogger, Emma, back from the most fabulously festive trip to Prestwich! 🎄✨

Yes, you read that right! I decided to swap my usual jaunt to the ballet for a Christmas getaway to the north of England, where the air was crisp and the scenery even more so. I was yearning for some festive fun and frankly, the allure of a quaint English village was simply too much to resist.

My journey to Prestwich began with the most romantic train ride imaginable. A steam engine, a cup of tea, and the gentle rhythmic clickety-clack of the wheels on the tracks - pure bliss!

Upon arriving in this charming little village, the first thing that struck me was the abundance of Victorian architecture. The gingerbread-trimmed houses, adorned with twinkly fairy lights, seemed to twinkle with magic. The air was thick with the aroma of freshly baked mince pies and Christmas pudding, adding to the irresistible atmosphere of merriment.

Naturally, I couldn’t resist adding a splash of pink to the festivities. I wore my new, slightly-too-short (but oh so gorgeous!) pink tulle tutu, layered with a chunky white knit jumper, which I paired with my knee-high burgundy boots - you know, a dash of Christmas cheer with a bit of sophisticated sass!

My main reason for visiting Prestwich, however, wasn't just for the Christmas charm, but also to visit the awe-inspiring Heaton Park. Now, you all know how much I love a good ballet, and I've even danced my heart out at the Manchester Opera House on a couple of occasions. But visiting a proper ballet-style park with rolling lawns, a stunning mansion, and even a quaint little tearoom - all adorned with fairy lights? It was a dream come true!

My heart melted watching children squeal with delight as they raced through the grounds, leaving trails of laughter in their wake. There were even a few brave little boys who weren't afraid to get their twirl on! I couldn't help myself, I joined in with a couple of cheeky grand jetés and fouetté, prompting a few wide-eyed stares, of course, but who could resist a bit of holiday magic? ✨

Even with my ballet-fuelled energy, I needed a little break from all the festivities. So I ventured into Prestwich Village, a quaint shopping centre where I discovered a shop filled with the most whimsical trinkets, each telling a story of their own. And of course, there was no shortage of adorable tea shops where I indulged in delicious cakes, gossiping with a dear friend over a pot of steaming Earl Grey.

I must confess, I almost made a dash for the nearest stables, desperate to join a festive horse-drawn carriage ride! Alas, they were all booked up, but it simply added to the charm of the place. It seemed Prestwich, like my own little world of ballet and tutus, was bursting with unexpected adventures.

One thing I love about travelling is encountering nature's hidden gems. The park's tranquil lake offered the most serene backdrop, filled with the vibrant colours of migrating birds. Watching the graceful swans gliding on the water mirrored a ballerina's fluid movements, inspiring a whole new dance sequence in my head.

As I wander through life, I often ponder what makes Prestwich and places like it so special. It's not just the pretty architecture, though I adore that! It’s the shared sense of community, the quiet joy, and the way everyone seems to smile just a little wider in December. And you know what? I can't help but think there’s a little bit of Prestwich in each of us. It’s that yearning for something more than the ordinary, that desire to twirl and create our own magic in the world, even if it's just for a day.

As I hopped onto the train home, carrying with me the spirit of Prestwich, I realised I’m not just an advocate for tutus and pink; I'm a firm believer in discovering those little gems scattered throughout the world, the places where hearts dance with joy. I'm a firm believer in that feeling we all get when our souls connect with the magic around us - and that's truly priceless.

Until next time, my dears! Remember, life’s a beautiful dance, so let’s twirl together and spread a bit of pink tutu love. 💖

#TutuBlog 2006-12-26 in Prestwich with a stiff tutu.