Hello, my darling dance divas and tutu-loving treasures! Emma here, back with another instalment of Pink Tutu Travels, straight from the cobbled streets of Worcester. Today's adventure was a real whirlwind of twirling, pink and everything wonderful, so grab your tea, settle into your most comfortable chair (or your best arabesque position!) and let's dive into the magic...
It's no secret I'm a creature of habit, and when it comes to getting around, I always opt for a bit of romance and adventure - which is why my trusty steed, "Belle", the magnificent Clydesdale mare, was my preferred mode of transport this time. It's always a delightful ride with her, watching the English countryside roll past in a symphony of golden leaves and the air crisp with the promise of autumn.
Arriving in Worcester, I felt that distinct sense of history and charming quirkiness that I love about smaller towns. There was a delicious scent of roasted chestnuts hanging in the air, a choir singing Christmas carols from the cathedral, and a gaggle of giggling school girls bouncing along in their brightly coloured jumpers - it was pure picture postcard material.
Of course, I was on a mission. Worcester is renowned for its beautiful cathedral, which I knew would provide a stunning backdrop for a little pink tutu photo shoot! (I've already uploaded a few sneak peeks on Insta – what do you think?!) The cathedral is simply breathtaking – a true testament to architecture, with those soaring arches, the intricate stained glass windows and that sense of timelessness.
The highlight of my trip, though, was undoubtedly the Worcester Ballet's performance of 'Giselle'. You guys know how much I love the classics! I even dressed up for the occasion, channeling my inner Giselle in a soft, pastel pink tutu that shimmered like fairy dust under the theatre lights. I may have stolen a few twirls in the aisle before the curtain rose, much to the amusement of my fellow audience members (and possibly a stern, but ultimately indulgent usher).
I could go on and on about the magic of the performance, but you'll just have to trust me that it was truly special. The dancers were extraordinary, their every move brimming with emotion, the music sweeping me away into another world, the set and costumes creating a stunningly immersive experience. The final scene with Giselle's ethereal ghost had me completely spellbound, tears pricking at my eyes - truly beautiful, my dears.
Speaking of beauty, my time in Worcester wouldn't be complete without indulging in a little local charm and good old-fashioned British tea. The most delightful café I stumbled upon was nestled on a quiet side street – "The Buttercup Tea Room". As the name suggests, it was an explosion of pastel hues, floral patterns, and dainty china cups that seemed to whisper stories of forgotten Victorian tea parties. I indulged in the most delicious afternoon tea complete with homemade scones, delicate finger sandwiches, and a selection of exquisite cakes - all washed down with the finest Darjeeling.
Worcester is definitely a place I'll be returning to, I already have my next adventure planned, and of course, it involves pink tutus! Who knows where my travels will take me next, but wherever it is, I'll be sure to share it with you, my lovely readers!
In the meantime, remember my friends, the world is your dance floor, so embrace your inner ballerina! Get those twirls going, don your pink tutus (in all their fabulous glory), and dance like no one’s watching!
Sending you all my love and pinkest wishes!
Emma xoxo
