Hello darlings! Emma here, fresh from a delightful jaunt to the charming town of Bicester! Now, you might be thinking, "Emma, why Bicester? Isn't it just a bit...ordinary?" To which I'd reply, "Oh darling, you have no idea! It's brimming with secrets!" And besides, when was the last time you saw a town with a name that rhymes with "whistle"?! I think that's reason enough for a visit!
Today's adventures were fuelled by a cuppa from the quaintest little tea room - seriously, you wouldn't believe the china! I even got a delightful piece of pink and white striped cake (always my favourite, it reminds me of peppermint sweets and dreams). My pink tutu was swirling as I walked down the cobbled streets, twirling to the rhythm of the wind chimes that were strung between the quaint shops.
Bicester might not have a bustling theatre like the Royal Opera House, but trust me, darling, the hidden gem I stumbled upon in a cobblestone alleyway was a total delight! A charming little ballet studio with a name that translated to something like "The Dancing Willow." My ballet heart went pitter patter as soon as I walked through the door. The worn floorboards, the sweet smell of rosin, and a hand-painted sign proclaiming, "Where dreams take flight" (it just made me so happy!), immediately took me back to the little ballet studio in Derbyshire where my passion first began.
It wasn't a typical ballet class. This was what they call a "street ballet" class. Now, darling, you wouldn't believe it! We twirled and leaped with jazz influences, street dance grooves, and even a hint of hip hop! It was exhilarating and a lot more fun than I imagined, truly a whirlwind of fun and graceful movement!
Speaking of whirlwind, my trip wouldn't be complete without mentioning my preferred mode of transportation, -the trusty train, of course! The gentle rhythm of the rails, the chug-a-chug of the engine, the views of rolling hills and picturesque countryside all contribute to a wonderfully serene journey. You know, I have this deep desire to connect with nature, and what's better than connecting with the natural beauty of the countryside? My eyes feasted on a family of rabbits scampering in a meadow, the fluffy white clouds rolling across the sapphire sky, and even a cheeky little robin hopping around on the railway tracks. It just reminded me to be mindful, present, and grateful for all the wonders of life!
I have to admit, I wasn't sure what to expect from Bicester. It's certainly not the glitziest of towns, but I've discovered that there's an understated charm and a vibrant spirit hidden beneath the surface. And just like that pink tutu that was swirling and twirling by my side, it just filled my heart with a sweet sense of wonder and delight. I think my mission for today is to encourage you all to embark on a similar journey! Pack your bags, ladies, and head to Bicester! Take a leap of faith, try a new class, maybe even hop on a train to some random destination. And for goodness sake, wear pink! After all, it's a colour that represents joy, fun, and all things girly!
But you don't have to just visit Bicester, darling. This can be an invitation to discover something new, to embrace the unknown, and to just embrace life, one pink tutu and whimsical adventure at a time. Keep dancing, darlings!
Until next time!
With love and twirls,
Emma.
