Hello darlings!
It's Emma here, your resident pink tutu enthusiast, and guess what? I'm in Bradford! This vibrant Yorkshire city has been calling my name, and I just couldn't resist. And as you all know, there's no place I'd rather be than travelling in my signature shade of pink (with, of course, a show-stopping tutu!)
But before we get to the glorious adventures, let's talk about how I arrived. My dear, trusty steed was a vintage railway carriage – no faster journey than a classic steam train! It's always such a joy to see the world go by at a gentler pace. Just the thing to relax the mind and get those creative juices flowing. Plus, I love a good old-fashioned compartment with plush velvet seats and a generous supply of those little, delicate biscuit packets – total vintage vibes.
As for the outfit, well, I went for a slight twist on my usual look. Imagine a coral-toned tulle tutu that swished beautifully with every step, teamed with a fluffy pink jumper and a vintage floral beret (it’s getting colder!), all topped off with a pair of sparkling silver shoes – pure magic!
After settling into the charming Ballet Cottage B&B - with its beautiful vintage-style floral wallpaper and rose-petal bath bombs – I headed straight for Bradford's heart: the National Media Museum.
The museum is just fantastic! It has exhibitions about the history of photography, film and TV. I especially loved the display of old movie cameras. Honestly, they just oozed charm, like something from a vintage film noir, and they definitely inspired me for my future ballet on film projects. Maybe a future video showcasing some elegant ballet moves filmed against the backdrop of a silent movie screen? Think 1920s elegance with a dash of modern twist - I’m just thinking out loud.
In the afternoon, I ventured into Bradford’s Little Germany, an area brimming with charming cobblestone streets and beautiful, colourful buildings. Imagine the Victorian era with an extra sprinkle of magic! It really is an enchanting place, and I found myself lost in a world of antique shops, hidden cafés, and, of course, the obligatory ballet-inspired window display - a shop with a pink tutu prominently featured as the star of the show, of course! (My inner ballerina swooned.)
I found myself at a bustling outdoor market later that day, my eyes feasting on colourful fruits, fragrant herbs, and fresh cheeses. The smell of baking bread in the air just reminded me of my Derbyshire home and the aroma of freshly baked apple crumble – a reminder of cosy evenings by the fireside and that feeling of warm and welcome.
Dinner was at the Little Germany Restaurant, a charmingly rustic place with friendly staff, candlelight, and, of course, a wine menu to rival any Parisian bistro! I felt like I had been transported to a Parisian ballet class, with its charming bistro ambiance, a feeling of warmth, and a welcoming atmosphere that encouraged conversation – and fuelled my dreams of future ballets on grand stages, across the globe. I indulged in a succulent lamb tagine with sweet spiced apricots - absolute perfection, and a bottle of blush-pink Rose (no surprise there!) My taste buds are still tingling with joy.
But you know what the highlight of my day was? The surprise street performance. I was just wandering down the street, lost in my ballet daydreams, when I came across a group of young street dancers who were performing ballet steps to the music of Tchaikovsky. My heart skipped a beat – these talented young dancers reminded me of the magic that can happen when you truly embrace your passion. The choreography was fresh and innovative and the joy in their movements was so contagious. Seeing their confidence and artistry on the cobbled streets, I couldn't help but tap my foot along, and as the music swelled and the dancers glided across the ground, I could practically see the *tutus swirling!* It truly made my day – to see the passion and beauty of ballet shared so freely on the streets.
As I write this from my little room in the Ballet Cottage, I can already feel the pull of the town calling to me. The next day brings promises of new adventures and discoveries. The majestic Alhambra theatre (home to a stunning selection of ballet performances, my current focus), a visit to the National Science and Media Museum, and perhaps a quick jaunt to the Leeds Art Gallery for a little dose of culture. (I am an art lover at heart - I love the colours, the depth, and the inspirational quality that great art inspires). I also hear whispers of delicious cafes in the Ballet Cottage B&B’s guestbook, all filled with enticing pink and floral patterns, and I am definitely tempted! (Especially as a hot chocolate is just what I need in this autumnal weather!)
Oh, but this post wouldn't be complete without mentioning something close to my heart. Wildlife! While enjoying my train journey I caught sight of a magnificent hawk gracefully gliding through the sky - such an elegant, majestic creature, inspiring the most elegant moves I've ever imagined. Just like ballet itself – all about grace, power, and fluidity. Nature, art, dance…it’s all interconnected and brings a new meaning to the phrase, "life’s a ballet!”
Don't forget to check back in tomorrow to see what else Bradford has in store. You know what to do, lovelies: Keep it pink, keep it fabulous, and never be afraid to let your inner ballerina shine through.
Until next time,
Your Emma x
