Hello my darling twirling darlings!
It's Emma here, your resident tutu enthusiast and all-round ballet-obsessed babe, writing to you live from the charming town of Trowbridge! Yes, I've swapped the rolling hills of Derbyshire for the picturesque Wiltshire countryside. And let me tell you, it's positively enchanting!
But first, a confession... this trip has been a bit of a logistical nightmare. Trying to travel with a hefty tutu in tow, it's like herding a rather large and ruffled cat. Imagine the look on the train conductor's face when he saw me try to shove this massive, pink-tulle creation into a teeny-tiny overhead locker! 😅
However, the joy of finally arriving in Trowbridge was worth every sweaty, strained struggle. This place is truly charming! Cobbled streets, quaint tea shops, and a definite whiff of history – I'm practically living in a Jane Austen novel, sans the chaperone, of course! 😉
Speaking of chaperones, my travelling companion this time is none other than Mr. Ed, my trusty steed – a beautiful chestnut gelding who loves the countryside almost as much as I do. It's definitely the most picturesque way to travel! Especially when you're outfitted in a perfectly pink, flowy tutu – it practically billows in the wind like a beautiful ballet dancer herself! The locals must think I'm some kind of crazy, pink-tutu-wearing fairy princess, but I can't help it – I live for that kind of theatrical flair!
After settling into our quaint little guest house, with its quaint little teapot and a view of a picturesque English garden, it was time to explore! First on the agenda, of course, was a visit to the magnificent Trowbridge Town Hall – an architectural gem that I was thrilled to discover. Apparently, it boasts one of the biggest municipal ballrooms in the entire country! Just imagine all the potential for twirling! My heart was practically leaping out of my bodice! ✨
Then it was onto a delicious afternoon tea in a charming tearoom (naturally with a spot of pink in the decor!), and after a wander around the bustling market, we found ourselves in a delightful little park, just off the High Street. And this, my lovelies, is where I had an experience that solidified my belief that everyone should try ballet.
There was this group of kids, about 8 or 9 years old, playing tag amongst the trees. But they weren't just running around haphazardly. No, they were jumping and skipping, their movements so fluid and graceful, it was like watching a little ballet performance in action! Their playful energy and natural movements were pure joy to watch – a spontaneous outburst of childhood artistry! And that, my darlings, is what ballet is all about. It's not just about rigid steps and perfect positions; it's about the joy of movement, the feeling of freedom, the artistry within each step.
So, in that park, surrounded by happy children twirling through the sunlight, I realised the message I strive to spread through my little corner of the internet. My mission? To make the world a pinker, twirlier, and more beautiful place, one tutu at a time!
My adventures in Trowbridge will continue, but that, my dears, is a tale for another blog post. Until then, remember, you're all beautiful, you're all strong, and you can all dance. 🩰 💕
Until next time,
Emma x
