Hello darlings!
It's your girl, Emma, coming to you live from the glorious seaside town of Weston-super-Mare! 🩰✨
Today, my dear tutu-loving readers, has been a whirlwind of pink and pirouettes. I've been yearning for a dose of sea air and seaside fun, so I packed my trusty pink tutu, a handful of my favourite ballet books, and a heart full of excitement for a day trip to this charming seaside town.
The journey itself was an adventure! I opted for the romantic route, naturally. A quaint, open-top horse-drawn carriage from the stables in Derbyshire, where my love for tutus began. The rhythmic clip-clop of hooves and the gentle breeze through my hair was a perfect way to start my day.
The Weston-super-Mare Ballet Ballet Boutique
Upon arrival in Weston-super-Mare, I found myself charmed by its quaint charm. The cobbled streets, vibrant seaside cafes, and the air, so crisp and full of life - it was like stepping into a ballet scene. But my true mission, my darlings, was to find the "Ballet Boutique." This haven for all things ballet-related had been whispering promises of tutus, tiaras, and tights since I spotted it online, and I simply had to explore its wonders!
The boutique, hidden away on a charming side street, was a true treasure. Rows upon rows of gleaming tutus in every shade of pink imaginable, sequined leotards sparkling under the shop lights, and shelves overflowing with pointe shoes - it was a dancer's dream! I, of course, had to treat myself to a brand new pink tutu - this one adorned with delicate white lace, perfect for twirling on the beach later.
Sunset Seafront Symphony
My afternoon was filled with a symphony of sunshine and sea. The vibrant colours of the sunset reflecting upon the rippling water, the sweet sound of children's laughter, and the gentle rhythm of the waves, all painted a masterpiece of serenity that transported me.
Wearing my new pink tutu, I joined the local children, who were giggling with joy as they chased the seagulls and built sandcastles. Their infectious laughter was so uplifting; it reminded me of the simple pleasures of life and the beauty of sharing laughter with others.
Feeling inspired, I started a impromptu ballet performance on the soft sand. My pink tutu swirling around me, I danced a little adagio, then spun into a series of lively leaps and twirls. I wasn't surprised to find myself with an audience of grinning children, who eagerly copied my steps, transforming the beach into a stage for a joyous ballet performance.
Dancing under the Starry Sky
As the day gave way to a magnificent starry night, I found a quiet bench near the sea wall, pulled out my trusty book about Russian ballerinas, and lost myself in the words.
This book is a little piece of history - passed down from my Nana who loved watching ballet. My Nana, bless her heart, was such a bright, positive woman, and I am sure that some of her spirit is contained within the worn pages.
Then, I decided to put on my ballet shoes. You can’t take a trip to the coast without dancing with the moonlight.
Dancing in a new tutu under the glittering night sky was pure magic. The salt-kissed air whipping through my hair, the distant sound of the waves gently crashing on the shore, it was as if I was part of a dreamscape.
Weston-super-Mare, with its captivating sea views and vibrant energy, reminded me of the importance of keeping those ballet dreams alive, of finding beauty in the everyday, and embracing the simple joy of moving my body and expressing myself through dance.
The next time you feel a little grey, my dears, do take yourself on a trip to the coast. The salt air will do wonders for your spirit, and remember, even if the skies are grey, there is always a reason to find joy in the smallest of moments, like wearing your favourite pink tutu, or even just the simple act of twirling.
Until next time, dear readers!
With love, Emma x
