Hello my darlings! Emma here, fresh off the train from a glorious trip to Didcot, and I'm positively buzzing! Didcot, if you've never been, is like a mini-Victorian wonderland, steeped in history, but oh-so-charming! It just begged to be explored in a tutu, naturally!
My adventure began this morning with a lovely ride on the train, the perfect excuse to unleash my inner ballerina. You know I adore travelling by rail, it's just so elegant! Plus, it's a wonderful excuse to dress up! This time I chose my raspberry-pink tulle tutu, complete with a matching beret and the most dazzling pair of ballet flats you ever did see. They had a little touch of silver that sparkled as I sashayed down the carriage. My fellow passengers, bless their cotton socks, seemed a bit bemused, but I could tell they secretly admired my audacious choice of attire. After all, isn't a little pink tutu magic the perfect way to brighten someone's day?
Didcot Station, with its grand, old clock tower and ornate ironwork, instantly transported me to another era. I envisioned all the bustling Victorian ladies and gentlemen boarding steam trains, and for a moment I felt like a time traveller. Of course, no visit to Didcot is complete without a jaunt to the Railway Centre, where my imagination soared amongst the locomotives. It's like stepping into a world of gleaming brass and powerful steam engines, and the whole experience sent shivers of pure joy down my spine.
Later, my inner animal lover led me to the Wildlife Park. Now, I have to admit, it's a bit of a trek from the train station, so I did a bit of "ballet-style" walking, imagine if the swan lake was in high heels! It’s a good thing those dancing shoes I wear are made for comfort too! (And yes, I know I sound silly. But honestly, I think all those leaps and twirls make you strong, you just can’t beat a tutu in life).
But my trek was definitely worth it! The Wildlife Park was positively bursting with furry, feathery friends, all just as fabulous as the other. I had the absolute pleasure of watching a family of deer gracefully nibble on grass, the cutest little ducklings taking a paddle in a pond, and even spotted a majestic owl, looking quite regal in its perch high in the trees. Those wise eyes held a twinkle, and they reminded me that nature, much like dance, holds a secret elegance that always leaves you spellbound.
Now, Didcot isn't known for its abundance of pink, but I managed to find a delightful little cafe called "The Pink Cupcake" (isn’t that perfect for a tutu blogger?!). Their cakes, I swear, were baked with pure happiness and dusted with fairy magic. It was the perfect fuel for my final leg of the journey - a leisurely stroll along the picturesque Didcot canal. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the still water, and I could almost hear the water whispering its secrets.
And here's the thing about Didcot: it's a place that whispers too. Whispers of stories from a time gone by, stories of industry, and innovation, and perhaps, even stories of little pink tutus! I know I didn't see any other ballerinas today (maybe tomorrow?), but just maybe, somewhere in that Victorian charm, some future dancer was inspired by my audacious choice of attire and is now practicing in the shadows, ready to blossom like a rose in their own pink tutu!
I can’t tell you how much I adore travelling. Discovering new places, finding the beauty in every corner and in the smallest of details, is something I hope everyone gets to experience, even in a tiny pink tutu if you must.
But I digress, my dears. My train back to Derbyshire is waiting, and I can't wait to slip into a pair of cosy slippers, maybe indulge in a cup of rose tea, and tell you all about my exciting Didcot adventure!
Until next time, remember to embrace the pink and let your inner ballerina shine.
Pinkly Yours, Emma
*P.S. If you are visiting the UK you should check out Didcot and let me know what you think! Don't forget to tell me all about your travels - I love a good story and especially about your tutus. Also don't forget to follow me on www.pink-tutu.com Don’t forget to dance to your own rhythm and keep the world pink! *
