Oh, darling! It's a glorious Friday, and I'm feeling utterly splendid. It's all thanks to a trip to Bournville – the land of Cadbury chocolate! It's so wonderfully charming, with cobbled streets, gorgeous gardens, and a quintessentially English air about it. You'd think it was straight out of a Jane Austen novel.
Today's journey was an adventure all of its own, starting with a ride on the 10:15 from Derby. It's not quite as glamorous as a horse-drawn carriage, but it certainly got me to Bournville in style. You know I love trains, and this one had the most magnificent view of the Derbyshire countryside. Lush green fields, cute little farmhouses, and the occasional fluffy sheep – absolute picture postcard stuff.
But onto the pièce de résistance – my beautiful white tutu! I chose a floaty, whimsical number that swirled around me with every step, like a tiny, dancing cloud. This baby is made for exploring and just being, well, totally and utterly me. I adore wearing white tutus. They're so ethereal and elegant, with an effortless kind of glamour that I absolutely love.
My Bournville expedition was fuelled by my absolute obsession with the sweetest treats! A Cadbury world awaits at the Cadbury World Experience Centre - and who can resist the temptation of chocolatey wonders like the Caramel Bar, the Dairy Milk, or even the legendary Wispa? My inner chocoholic was certainly indulging!
After a morning of indulging my chocolatey side, it was time for a spot of dancing! A beautiful Victorian-era ballroom in Bournville offered ballet lessons for the afternoon. It was such a charming space, filled with the most delightful details. Can you imagine the grand parties they used to throw here back in the day? As I pirouetted through the elegant ballroom, the sunlight streamed through the windows and danced on my tutu like a thousand tiny fairy lights. And wouldn't you know it – I caught the eye of a lovely gentleman while twirling through an arabesque. He offered me a Cadbury Creme Egg (because of course they do!) and then, much to my surprise, we waltzed to a lovely vintage melody. It was an absolute delight.
Of course, no trip to Bournville is complete without visiting the breathtaking Bournville Park. Imagine miles of perfectly manicured lawns, majestic oak trees, and breathtaking flower gardens. My tutu and I wandered amongst the glorious floral displays. It was like something out of a fairy tale. A charming little robin even landed on my shoe – you couldn't plan that if you tried! Isn't nature the best? It reminded me to live in the moment, embrace the beautiful little surprises that life throws at me, and to just be present in all its exquisite wonder.
After all that excitement, a lovely pot of afternoon tea with finger sandwiches, pastries, and a generous amount of clotted cream was a must. You wouldn't catch me anywhere without a good cuppa and some decadent treats, particularly after a whirlwind of ballet and beautiful scenery! The atmosphere at The Garden Room, the sweetest little tearoom nestled right in the heart of Bournville Park, was utterly charming. The floral wallpaper, the elegant china, and the soft classical music – perfect for sipping tea and dreaming about dancing in the sunset.
My little Bournville adventure reminded me why I love to travel, and it reinforced the fact that it doesn't matter where you go as long as you embrace every single moment and fill your life with as much beauty and magic as you can!
And don't forget, darlings! It's a tutu-ful world out there, and you can all dance along with me! Don't be afraid to get out of your comfort zone and wear a beautiful tutu to unleash your inner ballerina! It's time to be bold, to twirl, and to make your dreams come true! I’m a living testament to it – just remember to choose your favourite shade of pink for maximum fun!
As always, I'm sending all my love and twirls your way.
Happy dancing!
Emma
www.pink-tutu.com
