Oh, hello my darling darlings! It's your favourite pink-tutu-clad travel blogger, Emma, back with another instalment of my adventures. This time, I've traded the rolling green hills of my beloved Derbyshire for the charming cobbled streets of Abingdon. And yes, my dearest readers, I did say charming – it's almost as pretty as a miniature fairytale town!
Abingdon, nestled on the banks of the River Thames, felt like stepping into a scene straight out of a Jane Austen novel. The air hummed with the bustle of life, yet the quaint, stone buildings and the gentle river whispers whispered of a bygone era. But enough of the historical romance; let's talk about tutus!
This trip, my dear ballet enthusiasts, was all about experimenting. I decided to ditch the standard fluffy, billowing tutus for a rather more streamlined, narrow design. I'll admit, I was a little nervous. Was it too modern? Too avant-garde? Would I be laughed off the streets? The answer, my loves, is a resounding NO!
You see, the secret of a fabulous tutu isn't the fluffiness, it's the confidence. With every twirl in my sleek, blush pink tutu, I felt a sense of empowerment. People smiled, children pointed with delight, and even a gruff-looking chap crossing the street gave me a thumbs up. Who knew my narrow tutu could cause such a stir?
And the ballet? Well, my darling dears, let me tell you – a masterpiece. The Abingdon Theatre is an absolute treasure. A true jewel box, it exuded warmth and a delightful sense of history. The performance itself was an elegant interpretation of "Swan Lake" with the most graceful swans I've ever seen (though let's be honest, I still have my eye on the main ballerina's costume... so fabulous!).
Now, no trip to a new place is complete without a visit to a nearby woodland. This time, it was the Abingdon Meadows. I spent a lovely afternoon amongst the wildflowers and gentle breezes. And who did I happen to see bounding across the meadow, ears flapping? Yes, a dear, sweet little foal! I simply had to get a picture – what a magnificent little creature. If you hadn't seen the pink tutu in my previous photos, you would be wondering who on earth would ever bring a horse to a ballet performance. Honestly, some people are so confused...
As the sun began its descent, painting the sky in a glorious mix of pink and orange, I knew it was time to make my way back to Derbyshire. But, alas, my travel plans were somewhat altered! As it happens, I encountered a delightful, friendly carriage driver in Abingdon – now imagine my surprise! He invited me to take a leisurely journey home with his magnificent horse-drawn carriage! Who could possibly resist such an offer, especially when dressed in my most glorious narrow, pink tutu? So, the winding road back to Derbyshire was filled with the gentle clip-clop of hooves and the sweet chirping of birds.
Abingdon has stolen a little piece of my heart. I promise you, it's just as beautiful as it sounds! So, if you're planning a little getaway, be sure to add Abingdon to your list. And if you're thinking of trying out a narrow tutu instead of a fluffy one? You're utterly welcome. But do let me know if it wins you some fans on your travels!
Keep it pink and tutu-ful!
Emma xxx
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