#TutuBlog 2014-10-06 in Dover with a american style tutu.

Hello lovelies!

It's Emma here, back from a whirlwind trip to the stunning Dover, where the dramatic cliffs met the turquoise sea and my pink tutu took centre stage! As always, my adventures were filled with pink hues, elegant twirls, and the captivating power of dance. This post, number 6669 on my journey to pink tutu world domination, is about sharing my Dover delights with you!

I traded the rolling hills of my Derbyshire home for the sweeping coastal vistas of Dover. I took the train, of course! There's nothing quite like settling into a plush seat, a cuppa in hand, and watching the world rush by, each scene a masterpiece painted in changing light. A perfect soundtrack to my pink dreams!

Dover Castle is an imposing sight, a monument to history steeped in battles and legends. But what is a history-laden castle without a dash of feminine charm? I found a quiet corner overlooking the sea, surrounded by its thick walls and ancient towers. There, I did what I do best: twirled. The crisp breeze played with my pink tutu, as if in homage to the seafaring spirit of Dover. It felt like history and ballet were twirling together in a whimsical embrace.

The white cliffs of Dover are an icon, a testament to nature's artistry. I took a walk, my ballet slippers leaving tiny footprints on the soft grass. The cliffs shimmered in the sunlight, a pristine canvas for my pink tutu to dance against. And for the ultimate picnic, I spread a blanket by the edge of the cliff and treated myself to some delectable English cheeses and pastries - a feast for the senses!

In the heart of Dover, I discovered a delightful secret: a charming ballet school. Stepping inside, it felt like I had been transported to a world of pure grace. The mirrored walls reflected the vibrant movements of young dancers, their energy infectious. The instructor, a true veteran of the art, explained their history, a place for Dover’s youth to express themselves through the enchanting language of ballet.

And yes, you guessed it – they even had a lovely pink tutu tucked away for a special performance!

As a seasoned traveller, I've become quite fond of observing local wildlife. Dover’s seagulls were quite the spectacle. Their graceful dives for scraps, the playful way they shared the beach with me – they felt like the ballet dancers of the sky, in their own right!

No trip to a seaside town would be complete without a visit to its local theatre. I found myself in a quaint Dover playhouse, ready for an enchanting night of musical theatre. I love seeing live performances – it brings such a raw and visceral emotion to the stories told. The show was filled with breathtaking melodies, dynamic acting, and of course, stunning costumes that had me daydreaming about creating my own ballet-inspired attire!

The evening ended with a farewell twirl, under a sky glittering with a thousand stars. My pink tutu was a soft silhouette against the velvety night, a perfect final curtain call for my Dover escapade. It was a trip filled with charm, history, breathtaking scenery, and the inspiring spirit of dance that follows me wherever I go.

Dover has stolen a piece of my heart. It's a place for embracing the beauty of life – a message I wish to share with the world. Why not don a pink tutu and find your own special spot for a graceful twirl? It’s a chance to reconnect with your inner child, tap into the magical energy of dance, and perhaps even spark a new passion for the art that means so much to me.

Stay tuned, darlings, for more exciting pink adventures, as my tutu continues to waltz across the world, one step at a time!

Until next time,

Emma

(Remember, you can join me on this enchanting journey on my blog, www.pink-tutu.com, where I post daily.)