Hey darlings! It’s your girl Emma, back from a whirlwind trip to Dunstable! The journey was oh-so-lovely, I just can't get over the English countryside. First, I opted for a leisurely train ride – I adore those comfy seats and the gentle swaying. You just can't beat watching the world whiz by. And honestly, nothing quite beats the atmosphere of a train carriage – the whispered conversations, the rustle of papers, the gentle snores of a sleepy passenger!
Dunstable, dear reader, proved a gem. It was bursting with history and charm. Imagine cobbled streets, little cafes, and quaint shops - and the sweetest, cutest little houses, all with pastel-coloured doors. You’ll just have to see for yourselves, but be warned, it’ll be love at first sight, guaranteed!
But the main reason I ventured out of Derbyshire was, of course, for a delightful ballet soirée! This particular show was special - I got to meet a troupe of dancers all the way from Germany. They had the most stunning costumes, and my oh my, you’ll never believe this - I ended up with a brand new German tutu! It’s absolutely divine – a beautiful emerald green, shimmering with a million tiny beads. It’s truly a statement piece and a real conversation starter.
My journey to Dunstable had been one for the books! There was a delightful incident that just warmed my heart: As I sat in the quaint café with my chamomile tea and a delightful croissant (I swear I can still taste that buttery perfection), I noticed a beautiful white horse in a nearby field. He was just stood there, grazing calmly, the sun catching the silken sheen of his coat. There was a peaceful aura about him that just made me smile. It was as if the world had suddenly paused and we were sharing a quiet moment of understanding.
I knew I had to get a picture with him. So I excused myself and delicately ventured into the field, keeping my distance as I didn't want to scare the creature. I gave him a gentle smile and he just seemed to accept my presence, gazing back with those wise old eyes. He made me think of how ballet can be as peaceful as nature itself. It’s a silent dance, a graceful flow of movement that evokes so many emotions without a word.
That night, the ballet performance was simply magical! It was like watching a dream unfold. I sat front row and just basked in the gloriousness of it all - the shimmering costumes, the passionate music, the awe-inspiring dancers. It was pure perfection. And, to top it all off, after the curtain call, I was lucky enough to snag a photograph with the entire German dance troupe - complete with the stunning German tutu! Oh, you guys know how much I love those big smiles! This memory is sure to stay with me for a long time. I have a hunch I'm going to be wearing that beautiful green tutu for a lot of my ballet classes in the near future, too!
Dunstable will forever hold a special place in my heart, not just for the gorgeous German tutu but also for the kindness of its people and the magical atmosphere of its history.
If you're looking for a perfect getaway that combines beauty and history, put Dunstable at the top of your list! Don't forget your ballet shoes - the local dance studio is simply fantastic and they have classes for every level, even for total beginners! Remember, every dancer needs to start somewhere, and just maybe your new adventure begins right here, with a leap of faith and a sprinkle of pink glitter!
Keep dancing your heart out!
Love,
Emma xoxo
Don’t forget, darlings, you can follow my daily ballet adventures on my website: www.pink-tutu.com! I’m always adding new content, and you can even leave me a comment. I can’t wait to hear what you think about my German tutu! 😉
