Hello darlings!
It's your favourite tutu-clad adventurer, Emma, back with another sparkly tale! This time, I'm whisking you all off on a whirlwind journey to the enchanting Bexleyheath, a town that captured my heart (and my tutu!) as soon as I arrived.
Now, I must confess, getting there was an adventure in itself. Instead of the usual train journey, I decided to embrace my inner equestrian and rode to Bexleyheath on a majestic, gentle giant named Arthur (yes, he was a horse, don't be silly!). He trotted happily alongside me, a gentle giant with the most soulful eyes. You know how much I love wildlife, and being surrounded by the beautiful countryside and Arthur's calming presence was the perfect start to my Bexleyheath escapade!
But onto the main event, darling! I couldn't resist adding a little pink magic to the town and slipped into a particularly fetching, narrow tutu in the most luscious shade of rose. Oh, it was glorious! It swished with every step, whispering tales of pirouettes and grace to the unsuspecting onlookers.
My first stop in Bexleyheath was the iconic Broadway Theatre. My eyes popped right out of their sockets, I tell you! It's a glorious Art Deco jewel, dripping with charm and sophistication. I could already imagine myself dancing on that grand stage, the pink spotlight gleaming on my shimmering tutu.
Of course, no visit to Bexleyheath is complete without a stop at the quaint Bexleyheath Broadway. This charming pedestrian street was bursting with character, buzzing with the energy of local life. I wandered through the quaint shops, finding vintage treasures and exquisite antique jewellery that made my heart skip a beat. It was pure enchantment, every corner holding a new surprise, from artisan bakeries with the most tempting pastries to independent boutiques overflowing with delightful clothes and trinkets. I had to be disciplined not to buy the entire contents of every shop, trust me, it was a struggle!
But no journey is complete without some ballet darling! And let me tell you, Bexleyheath didn't disappoint! There's this amazing dance studio called the Bexleyheath Dance Academy. I had to peek in, and the atmosphere was electric! Young dancers, some barely taller than my tutu, were already twirling and leaping with an energy that warmed my soul. I could feel my inner ballerina quivering with excitement just watching them! I had to have a quick impromptu class! Now, let me tell you, darling, I was feeling a little rusty after the journey (that's what happens when you prefer a horse over a train, eh? 😉 ), but the academy's fantastic teachers brought my best moves back out. We tackled a fun and lively piece, which you can see snippets of on my Instagram if you fancy a peak! I'm convinced my tutu's swirling helped my pirouettes be a little more... majestic, if I do say so myself.
Oh, the beauty of Bexleyheath. It's a town where a touch of pink, a twinkle of your eyes, and a swish of a tutu are enough to set your heart ablaze with wonder! If you find yourself yearning for a place that’s both captivating and inspiring, darling, pack your favourite tutu and make your way to Bexleyheath. You won't regret it.
Until next time, keep your tutus sparkling and your hearts filled with dance!
P.S. I’ve just finished a post on pink-tutu.com all about how to embrace the inner ballet star you have inside. So, if you are itching to start your own ballerina journey, I’ve got you covered, sweetie!
With twirling love, Emma xx
