Hello darlings! It's your girl, Emma, from www.pink-tutu.com and I'm back with another fab-tastic post, this time from the glorious town of Rugby!
Yes, you heard me right, I swapped my pointe shoes for a pair of wellies (with a sparkly pink trim, of course!) and ventured into the heart of the English countryside. You know I love my city adventures, but there's just something about a country walk with the wind whipping through my tutu and the sound of birds singing... bliss!
Now, I'm sure you're wondering why I decided to visit Rugby, a town not exactly renowned for its pink tutus, let alone ballet. Well, my darlings, you see, Rugby is more than just a town known for the game with the oval ball. It's home to some truly gorgeous scenery, and you know I'm always up for a scenic escape. Plus, I couldn't resist the chance to explore the historical streets of a town with such a rich heritage. After all, who can resist a bit of history and culture, even a girly girl like myself?
After a long but absolutely delightful train journey, complete with endless pink tea and a spot of reading about ballet in the countryside, I arrived in Rugby, feeling refreshed and ready to embrace all things pink and tutus.
Now, for the pièce de résistance, my Rugby adventures!
First Stop: A Pink Tutu Picnic in the Park
Right after checking into a charming little boutique hotel with lavender scented rooms, I put on my brightest pink tutu, and the most magnificent sparkly pink tiara (that would put any ballerina princess to shame), grabbed my wicker picnic basket overflowing with pink lemonade and finger sandwiches, and headed straight for Caldecott Park, a haven of peace and beauty, only a short walk away. The sunshine was glorious, casting long shadows across the manicured lawns.
With a touch of vintage pink and an absolute plethora of vibrant wildflowers, this park truly is a treat for the eyes. The cherry on top? It even boasts a beautiful little Victorian bandstand. Can you imagine having a balletic performance there? I can already envision the perfect scene: light, fluttering costumes, an air of elegance, and the sun glistening on the grass, reflecting onto our lovely tutus. Ah, to dream!
While I wasn't fortunate enough to see a performance that day, I did spend a happy few hours enjoying a lovely ballet-inspired picnic. I even did a little impromptu performance by the bandstand, showcasing some of my favorite ballet poses for a group of delighted young girls (who, with their encouraging smiles, looked ready to join my #PinkTutuRevolution!). It was like something straight out of a storybook - tutus, giggles, and pure, unadulterated joy!
Second Stop: Rugby School - The Home of a Sport... And Possibly My Inspiration?
Who would have thought, a ballet enthusiast like myself would visit a place known for rugby? But as they say, everything happens for a reason. While rugby might not seem like my usual style, I was intrigued to explore Rugby School, the place that sparked the famous sport. You see, I believe ballet and rugby, both share the same spirit. You might not think it, but both require agility, strength, and teamwork.
Honestly, visiting Rugby School, which boasts incredible architecture and some stunning historic buildings, left me feeling inspired! Imagine the dedication of these young lads years ago. This historical connection gave me another perspective on life. Even if I might not play rugby, it made me appreciate all the different paths people take to achieve greatness.
It also left me reflecting. What would life have been like if I was a rugby player instead of a ballerina? Perhaps the world needs a little more pink, even in Rugby? Perhaps this was my cue to start teaching the local lads some ballet? Now wouldn't that be a sight!
*Third Stop: The Perfect Spot for Pink Dreams... *
After a fantastically delicious pub lunch (and yes, even my fish and chips had a pink sprinkle of Himalayan salt, just for fun!), I ventured to the River Avon, a quintessential spot with meadows blooming in colours I wouldn't have dared to dream up. This is what I picture when I imagine ballet in the countryside – graceful lines, lush greenery, and delicate flowers that somehow remind me of the soft chiffon of my tutu.
I walked along the riverbank, lost in my ballet daydreams. It felt like I was in a scene from my own little ballet story – the sun, the rustling reeds, the birdsong, and the scent of wild herbs – the perfect background music for my inner ballerina. There I sat, nestled under a weeping willow with a view over the gently flowing water. My daydream included the vision of a lovely ballet set against the beautiful backdrop of this river, maybe with graceful movements inspired by the flowing water.
It might sound like a lot, but my day in Rugby really did feel magical. As the sun dipped behind the hills, painting the sky with fiery hues, I found myself smiling with content. There is something truly satisfying about stepping out of your comfort zone and discovering new things. Who knew rugby and tutus could blend so beautifully?
Now, before I head back to my beloved city life, I'd like to leave you with this: If you have a pink tutu and an adventurous heart, I encourage you to get out there and explore. Don't be afraid to embrace new experiences.
And as for me? Well, I'm ready for the next chapter of my #PinkTutuAdventures, which will surely take me on many more inspiring journeys. Maybe next time I'll wear my tutu for a game of Rugby? What do you think? Leave your thoughts in the comments!
Stay pink, and always twirl,
Emma xx
