Hello, my lovelies!
It’s Emma here, writing to you from the beautiful city of Cambridge, where the River Cam is glittering under a crisp January sky and the cobblestone streets are just begging to be twirled upon. Yes, I'm finally here, my pink tutu nestled securely in my luggage and a spring in my step that could rival the best ballerina in the world.
Today's blog post is all about the perfect Cambridge weekend escape - think quintessential English charm, breath-taking architecture, and, of course, a healthy dose of pink!
I started my journey in the most fabulous way – a journey by train, of course! There’s something utterly romantic about the click-clack of the wheels, the landscape whizzing past, and the thrill of being transported to a new adventure. My trusty pink tote bag was packed with essentials: my ballet shoes (ready for a spot of impromptu twirling at the station!), a good book (for when inspiration strikes), and my trusty travel journal, filled with notes, sketches, and plans for a tutu-filled Cambridge escapade.
Reaching Cambridge, I was greeted by the sight of King’s College Chapel, an absolute architectural masterpiece. This place was practically made for graceful leaps and dramatic pirouettes! My imagination ran wild with thoughts of what it would be like to perform here – could you imagine the applause, the awe, the sheer magic?
Of course, no trip to Cambridge is complete without a punting adventure! As I settled onto the boat with a friendly local guide, I couldn’t help but giggle. It was like being a character in a Jane Austen novel – picture a delicate lace collar peeking from my pink turtleneck sweater, my tutu adding a playful touch, and me, balancing with the grace of a ballerina as I glided across the still water.
The punting journey led me past beautiful college grounds, with quaint gardens brimming with colour. I felt an urge to step out of the boat and dance in the daffodils. Luckily, I managed to contain myself - though a few quick pirouettes on the riverbank did cause a few giggles from onlookers!
In the heart of the city, I discovered the Cambridge Arts Theatre – a truly breathtaking venue that's played host to some of the greatest dancers in the world. I wandered through the grand foyer, imagining myself performing under the spotlight on the majestic stage. The thought made me almost swoon! The next morning, I eagerly made my way to the theatre, eager to immerse myself in the world of classical ballet.
This was no ordinary performance – the dancers, so elegant and precise, seemed to float effortlessly across the stage. Every move told a story, and I was completely captivated, lost in a world of pure movement and expression. As I watched, the yearning to be back on the stage, surrounded by my own troupe, was almost unbearable. The energy was electric, and it made me want to shout “Tutu time!” from the rooftops!
Feeling inspired and fuelled by the beautiful art form, I sought out a local ballet school. As I stepped into the dance studio, the familiar scent of wood polish and sweat brought back happy memories of my own ballet days. I found myself captivated by the children as they practised their steps. They twirled and leaped, their eyes filled with pure joy, reminding me why ballet holds a special place in my heart.
Evenings in Cambridge were just as magical. As I wandered through the cobbled streets, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to create a unique "pink tutu" event here. Imagine a parade, filled with colour and joy, with dancers of all ages and styles celebrating their passion for the art form! Wouldn’t it be delightful?
My visit would be incomplete without experiencing the beauty of the surrounding countryside. I hopped on a horse – I always feel extra sassy and empowered on a beautiful animal – and made my way towards the scenic countryside that Cambridge is renowned for.
My horse, a handsome grey called "Cloud", seemed to sense my joy. He cantered through fields of golden wheat, each step making me feel more alive than ever before. This is what it’s all about, I thought. Life is meant to be lived to the fullest, to be embraced with open arms and a tutu at the ready!
And it is here, in the peaceful English countryside, that my thoughts wander back to the pink tutu. What would it be like to have everyone experience this joyous expression of freedom and movement? What if I could inspire people to dance in the parks, at the train stations, everywhere! I know I can’t force anyone to don a tutu, but maybe I can encourage them, make them see how beautiful it can be!
It's amazing what a little pink can do. This Cambridge adventure has rekindled a passion within me, a passion that I want to share with the world. It's more than just about dancing; it’s about expressing ourselves, embracing the beauty of life, and, of course, having a little fun while we're at it!
So don’t forget, my darlings: Life is an adventure waiting to be lived. Wear a pink tutu if you dare, and dance your way to happiness. And stay tuned, because I’ll be sharing my Cambridge photos and stories in the coming days.
Until then, remember: You are fabulous, you are worthy, and you are perfectly pink!
Love,
Emma xx
