Hello my darlings! Emma here, back with another tale from my Tutu Travels! Today, we're whisking you away to the charming town of Abingdon, just a hop, skip and a jump (or rather, a train ride!) from my Derbyshire home.
As a ballerina, a lifelong pink tutu enthusiast, and a firm believer in spreading the joy of dance to the world, I just had to experience Abingdon. You see, this picturesque town boasts the beautiful Abingdon Theatre Guild, a vibrant hub for live performance that hosts a delightful array of ballet shows. And as any true ballet devotee knows, "ballet in a charming setting? It's a must!" My mantra, you see.
The journey to Abingdon was half the fun! I opted for the trusty train, it being the perfect place for observing life in a languid, oh-so-elegant way. Watching the countryside roll past from the window in my gorgeous floral midi dress and a touch of sparkle on my eyelids just screams "classic Emma." I even indulged in a rather lovely book about swan lake choreography that I picked up from the station book shop. Did I mention I am hopelessly romantic?
Arriving in Abingdon, I was greeted with cobbled streets, quaint shops overflowing with goodies, and that wonderfully nostalgic atmosphere that only a small town can offer. And then, I found it - The Abingdon Theatre Guild, its bright red brick facade bathed in sunshine, it seemed to practically shout "Ballet! Ballet! Ballet!" I could barely contain my excitement!
Inside, I was transported into a wonderland of swirling tutus and rhythmic clapping. The performance was Sacre du Printemps - a captivating mix of passion, drama, and stunning athleticism. The dancers' skill and precision simply mesmerised me! Afterwards, I had the delightful opportunity to chat with a few of the dancers - what an inspiring bunch! They even gave me some brilliant tips on how to refine my pirouettes, oh my!
But the day wasn't just about ballet, my dear! Abingdon has a rather remarkable swan sanctuary. And wouldn't you know it, my favourite colour of swan (pink of course!) was in the middle of a delightful courtship. They were simply too cute for words! It seemed the whole world was wrapped up in the wonder of beauty - swans and dancers, such a fitting combination don't you think?
Before heading back, I had a delectable tea at the "Rosebud Café" - delicate china cups, dainty cakes and, of course, a generous helping of gossip about the theatre guild. And did I tell you? I found the most divine, pale pink ballerina-inspired hat that was begging to be purchased - how could I resist? I'll definitely be rocking that next time I'm on a horse-drawn carriage ride (which, in my world, is just about as frequent as going to the theatre).
It goes without saying, Abingdon absolutely stole my heart. The perfect blend of history, artistic brilliance, and of course, that magical twinkle that always draws me to a place, be it a village square or a stage.
If you’re seeking a weekend escape filled with elegance, culture, and that unmistakable tutu-fied joy, then I implore you to add Abingdon to your list! And don't forget to bring your pink tutu for an afternoon stroll by the swan sanctuary, it would make me a very happy blogger indeed.
Till next time, darlings!
With love and twirls, Emma
P.S Don’t forget to pop over to www.pink-tutu.com for more of my ballet adventures, and be sure to let me know if you’ve got a pink tutu story to share. Every ballerina has a story, let’s spread the joy!
