Hello darlings! It's Emma here, and today's adventure takes us to Surbiton, a delightful little town nestled in the heart of Surrey. Now, I know what you're thinking – Surbiton? Really? But trust me, my dears, even the most unassuming corners of England can hold a magical secret or two, especially when you're wearing a pink tutu. 😉
This trip was all about exploring new ballet possibilities, something I adore about my life. While my home base is in the glorious green hills of Derbyshire, I love nothing more than discovering ballet scenes in every nook and cranny of the UK, and Surbiton turned out to be a hidden gem!
The day began, as always, with a glorious sunrise over the Peak District, reminding me of all the things I love about life back home – rolling hills, clear skies, and a steaming cup of Earl Grey. Then, with a final wave to my little bunny, Rosie, who was probably snoozing in the rose bushes, I boarded the train to London. I must say, a train journey is always an absolute delight, particularly when it's on a sunny morning, and you get to people-watch from the carriage window. I spotted a gentleman with the most fantastically flamboyant hat – it was like a blooming flower in magenta and gold! My love for colours is just as strong as my love for pink, you know. 😄
Upon reaching the bustling London Waterloo Station, the air was alive with a million different noises and smells, but I felt a familiar pull towards my destination. A little bit of searching later, and there I was, standing outside the door of the "Surbiton School of Dance," my heart skipping a beat with excitement. This was it – a chance to learn some new moves and explore a new dance scene!
Inside, the school was a symphony of colour and energy, reminding me of a ballerina's dream. Light streamed through the large windows, illuminating a warm and welcoming space. I could hear the rhythmic sounds of tap shoes and the melodious flow of a piano, music to my ears. I swiftly slipped into my favourite pink tutu and my pointe shoes (a necessary addition, you know!) and waited to begin.
The class, which I discovered, was a joyful mix of adults with a passion for ballet, like me, and it was so inspiring to witness their commitment and dedication, Their stories of starting ballet later in life are truly heart-warming.
We practiced graceful extensions and arabesques, while our teacher, Mrs. Johnson, explained every step with patience and grace. The air crackled with good humour, laughter, and encouragement. I felt instantly comfortable and part of something special.
After the class, Mrs. Johnson generously took the time to chat, I learned so much about the dance scene in Surbiton! Apparently, it has a very strong and dedicated dance community with many exciting events and performances throughout the year. She told me all about the upcoming “Spring Gala,” featuring both professional and amateur dancers. My eyes widened with excitement at the opportunity to join this incredible dance event!
Of course, no trip to Surbiton would be complete without a spot of sightseeing, and I made my way to the town's vibrant heart, the High Street. I loved the shops, each bursting with personality. From independent bookstores and vintage boutiques to colourful cafes and artisan bakeries, it truly felt like a celebration of creativity. There was even a charming little cafe with a “pink flamingo” sign. Who wouldn't adore that?!
Feeling rejuvenated, I enjoyed a cuppa and a delicious scone – the perfect end to my day in Surbiton. And let's face it, a good scone always enhances any ballet journey, wouldn't you say?
As I journeyed back on the train, I sat looking at the landscape flashing past the window, a blend of green fields and bustling towns, I couldn’t help but feel a renewed sense of wonder for our world. The pink tutu, you see, it isn't just a costume, but a reminder that beauty, joy, and a little bit of magic are waiting to be discovered in every corner. It reminds me to stay curious, be fearless, and always find the time for a little bit of twirling, and always, always live life in a tutu. 💖
My journey back to Derbyshire wasn't finished, however, I always seem to find myself involved in a fun little adventure. A man sitting across from me on the train, sporting a tweed jacket and a rather grumpy face, offered me the most unusual opportunity.
“Fancy a ride on my horse, dear? I need someone to help me deliver a cart of goods to the next village. It will only take a couple of hours,” he asked, looking perplexed as I simply smiled, beaming, “Are you kidding?!”
A horseback ride?! I could hardly believe my ears, I have to admit, that's not quite what I planned for my return home, but why wouldn't I embrace a delightful unexpected adventure. I spent the next couple of hours trotting through the green fields on a lovely, strong steed called Winston. He was a wonderful horse. His chestnut coat glowed in the setting sun. I had so much fun; it reminded me that sometimes, life throws you unexpected gifts, especially when you are living life in your pink tutu, after all. 😊
As I settle down for the night, with a happy tired heart, I feel incredibly grateful. Surbiton's vibrant dance scene, a magical chance meeting on the train and the gentle rocking motion of Winston's gallop made it a truly magical day.
The most wonderful part of it all? I am inspired. I can't wait to share my newfound ballet knowledge with my friends and dance along the Derbyshire countryside in my tutu, and perhaps even with Winston. You know I will write about it all for my wonderful pink-tutu blog readers tomorrow.
Until next time, darlings, remember to dance with joy, embrace all the unexpected wonders, and always, always choose the pink tutu! 🩰 💖
