Hello lovelies!
Emma here, your favourite tutu-wearing travel enthusiast, writing to you from the lovely town of Waterlooville! (I know, right? Such an amazing name! It feels like something straight out of a children's book - all whimsical and exciting).
This is post number 6293 on my little pink corner of the internet - www.pink-tutu.com - so you know I'm committed to spreading the joy of pink, tutus, and of course, ballet!
Today, I'm channeling my inner ballerina on the go, with a very special sporty tutu! You know I love a good tutus for any occasion, and let's be honest, who says you need a stage to showcase the majesty of a twirling tutu? I mean, why not take those grand jetés out for a spin amongst the squirrels in the park, right?! 😉
Anyway, enough about me... back to my trip! This journey to Waterlooville started at Derby, my gorgeous home county (shoutout to all my Derbyshire gals!), on the majestic train. Let me tell you, a journey by rail is one of life's great joys! I adore watching the countryside blur by.
This time, however, my journey involved a surprise encounter. A lovely chap on the carriage with me turned out to be an avid ballet fan! Imagine my delight! He had never been to a ballet performance but told me stories of his daughters trying to teach themselves from YouTube. (This warmed my ballerina heart, I tell you!). We talked for ages about famous dancers, the beauty of ballets like Swan Lake, and why everyone should experience ballet. He even asked about my Tutu Travel blog - and how I manage to look so perfectly polished whilst travelling! He's already booked a ticket for the Royal Ballet in London, inspired by our conversation! You never know where the magic of ballet will strike!
Waterlooville itself is absolutely charming! Think quaint shops, welcoming locals, and a pub called 'The George'. Yes, The George! It was love at first sight. They serve the best fish and chips this side of the Thames (no exaggeration!), and they have a roaring fireplace. After a quick bite and a good chinwag, I ventured out into the crisp autumn air for some ballet-inspired exploration!
My sportive tutu really came into its own! I took a spin around the picturesque streets, followed by some vigorous plies in the park (those ducks had better watch out, ha!), I even stopped by a local primary school to surprise them with some simple ballet steps - the look on their little faces was priceless! Imagine, introducing a whole new generation to the world of dance! The sheer joy!
Later, as the day slipped into evening, I sat by the lake watching the swans glide gracefully. I think you could say I was having a total ‘ballet moment'! It was like the swans were telling me that the world is our stage and the tutu is our costume. There’s magic all around us.
Back at 'The George,' as the embers glowed and the warm scent of freshly brewed tea wafted in the air, I sat down and pondered all I had experienced in this wonderful little corner of the UK.
The takeaway? Sometimes, a sporty tutu and a heart full of passion for ballet can take you on the most beautiful adventure! The journey is just as important as the destination! So next time you’re thinking of exploring a new place, remember, there’s always a reason to twirl! 💖🩰
P.S. Have I got you dreaming of pink tutus? Why not have a go yourself! Go on! Grab that pretty pink tulle fabric and some elastic. Put on your favourite music and give it a go. I guarantee it’s pure joy. Remember, I want everyone to wear pink and everyone to try ballet! The world is waiting for your ballet moves!
