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Oh, darlings! It's been a while since I've shared my adventures, hasn't it? Well, fear not, because your favourite pink tutu-clad adventurer is back with a whole new tale to tell! This week, I took a whimsical trip to the lovely seaside town of Folkestone, and I'm bursting to share all the twirling, seaside adventures, and tutu-tastic delights.
Now, before we embark on this sartorial odyssey, let me just say, Folkestone has totally stolen a piece of my heart! It's got this quaint charm that reminds me of seaside holidays back when things were simpler, with arcades bursting with neon lights and that unmistakable smell of salt in the air. But more importantly, it felt utterly enchanting in a way that only a coastal town can.
My journey began, naturally, with a luxurious train ride down from Derbyshire. You know how much I adore train journeys! Something about watching the world rush by from the window, and listening to the rhythmic chug-chug-chug, fills me with pure joy. It's like stepping into a scene from a classic film, only with a little bit more pink!
Once I arrived at the Folkestone station, the first thing that caught my eye was a glorious seagull strutting along the platform with an air of undeniable confidence. Don't worry, darlings, I resisted the urge to whip out my camera and attempt a 'Seagull Ballet' photograph (I do have some limits, after all!). But seriously, those little birds always make me laugh. Their antics never fail to entertain.
Speaking of entertainment, my afternoon was filled with delightful theatrical adventures. You see, I managed to catch a delightful little production at the Folkestone Harbour Arm. Imagine, darlings: the sea breeze whipping through your hair, the sound of the waves lapping against the shore, and the vibrant colours of the sunset painting the sky... all while you're immersed in a captivating theatrical performance. Simply divine!
Of course, no seaside trip is complete without a stroll along the beach! With my beloved pink tutu flowing in the gentle breeze, I skipped and danced my way along the promenade. (Yes, I totally do the little ballerina twirls while I walk, don't judge!). It's truly magical how the sea can bring peace to the soul and inspire a new sense of freedom. It was like I could feel my inner ballerina awakening!
As dusk fell, I found myself at a quaint café tucked away in one of Folkestone's charming back streets. The twinkling fairy lights lining the alleyway, coupled with the soothing sound of jazz music spilling out of the cafe, created a picture-perfect ambiance. Of course, I had to order a slice of their delectable raspberry cheesecake, which was as delicious as it sounds (I always insist on a slice of dessert, don't you, darlings?).
And what's a trip to Folkestone without a visit to The Creative Quarter, you ask? Well, this place is a little slice of artistic heaven, darling! Filled with art galleries, artisan shops, and quirky boutiques, it's a haven for all things unique and beautiful. I couldn't help but fall in love with the vintage treasures and quirky handmade jewelry I found there.
One shop in particular caught my eye. Imagine my delight when I stumbled upon a charming boutique overflowing with vintage ballet shoes, old costume pieces, and even some gorgeous hand-sewn tutus (which, of course, I had to try on! Pink, naturally! What else would I be wearing?). It was like stepping back in time, and I swear, I felt a surge of energy coursing through me. Ballet is so magical, isn't it, darlings?
By the time evening rolled around, I had already decided that Folkestone had totally charmed my socks off. It was one of those trips where you feel so inspired and invigorated that you want to twirl through life with an extra bounce in your step (or a more dramatic arabesque, perhaps?).
Before heading back to Derbyshire, I indulged in one last delicious treat: a warm, freshly made crepe topped with melted chocolate and whipped cream. It was the perfect ending to a day full of tutu-tastic delights.
So, there you have it, darlings! My whimsical trip to Folkestone, filled with pink tutus, seaside adventures, and enough inspiration to fill a whole season of ballet classes! I have a feeling I'll be revisiting Folkestone soon – after all, every now and then, even the most spirited tutu-clad dancer needs a dose of coastal charm to rejuvenate her spirit.
Until next time, my loves!
Yours in pink, Emma
