Hello darlings! It’s Emma here, back from a whirlwind weekend in Rotherham, and let me tell you, it was simply divine! I've got to say, Rotherham certainly doesn't get enough love in the blogosphere, but after this trip, I'm on a mission to spread the word about this hidden gem of a town.
The journey started as it always does - with a romantic train journey. The clattering of the wheels, the smell of warm pastries from the buffet car, the soft murmur of conversation - it's all part of the magic of travelling by train. I, of course, dressed the occasion, slipping into my beautiful turquoise tutu (it just goes so beautifully with my bright pink eyeshadow!).
Once in Rotherham, I couldn't wait to see the beautiful, grand Victorian buildings and the buzzing market, overflowing with fresh, colourful produce. They even had a stall selling handmade tutus in every colour imaginable! Can you imagine my delight? I had to buy a little green one for my niece, Lily. She's a bit of a budding ballerina herself, you know.
My first stop was the magnificent Rotherham Minster. It's simply breath-taking - towering spires, ornate stained-glass windows and a peaceful atmosphere that leaves you feeling truly inspired. I imagined all the dances and stories the building has witnessed over the years and got lost in the beautiful intricacies of the carvings.
After that, I indulged in some quintessential Rotherham charm, strolling through the park and marveling at the manicured flower beds and sparkling fountain. It felt like something out of a ballet, really. I even saw a friendly robin flitting around - he definitely seemed to approve of my tutu, I must say.
Then, of course, I had to take a class at the Rotherham School of Ballet. It's been a while since I've been to a class - the travelling life can get a bit busy, you know. But stepping back into the studio and feeling that familiar warmth and joy as my body stretched and moved was just fantastic. My muscles may have protested a little, but I was reminded that the beautiful, effortless movement that graces the stage takes practice, discipline, and sheer passion!
Now, I have to admit, Rotherham has an unexpected gem in its theatre, the Rotherham Civic Theatre. The architecture alone is something special, but the moment I stepped inside, I felt a buzz, an energy, an atmosphere of excitement that only theatre can offer. I attended a truly captivating production of “Giselle”. It was truly mesmerizing; the performers' skill and grace were utterly mesmerising, their movement so expressive, it felt as though I was being pulled into the story.
Of course, I couldn’t leave Rotherham without indulging in a bit of equestrian fun! A short ride through the countryside just outside the town, was pure joy. The gentle rhythm of the horse's hooves, the crisp air filling my lungs, and the sun on my face, well, it’s pure magic.
I even managed to spot a herd of deer, bounding across a meadow. Their beauty and grace reminded me once again why nature and dance hold such a special place in my heart. They move with such effortless power and fluidity - just like a dancer.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, pink shadows over the town, I boarded my train back to Derbyshire. The journey felt all too short. I was leaving with a piece of Rotherham in my heart - its vibrant energy, its rich history, and its warmth, that has stayed with me even as I've settled back into my familiar surroundings.
Rotherham, I shall be back!
Now, tell me, dear readers - have you ever visited Rotherham? What's your favourite place to explore in the UK? And more importantly, what’s your favourite colour tutu? Mine’s still my pink one, though this green one is making me think twice! 😉
Don’t forget to follow me on pink-tutu.com for more adventures in pink tutus. Remember - let's all wear pink tutus and dance like no one’s watching!
With love,
Emma 💖
