#TutuBlog 2018-12-08 in Falkirk with a orange tutu.

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Good morning, darlings! It's your favourite pink tutu enthusiast here, Emma, back with another whimsical adventure straight from the heart of the Scottish Highlands.

This weekend, I decided to take a break from the Derbyshire hills and swap my trusty steed for a journey by train. That's right, a train journey – talk about embracing the romantic side of life! The smell of the coal engine and the rhythm of the train wheels were the perfect accompaniment to the scenery flying by the window.

I landed in Falkirk, a town rich in history and nestled amidst the rolling hills of Scotland. As I stepped off the train, the air was crisp and fresh, tinged with the scent of pine needles.

My mission? To explore, to inspire, and of course, to tutu around a bit. Falkirk has a charm that simply can't be beaten, especially when viewed from the perspective of a pink-tutu-clad dancer like myself.

First stop? A visit to the Falkirk Town Hall, where a dazzling performance of Sleeping Beauty awaited. Ballet and wildlife – you could say this trip was tailored just for me! The choreography was stunning, and the beautiful costumes left me spellbound. It's moments like these that remind me just how much magic lies within the world of ballet.

And talking of magic, have you ever seen a real-life unicorn? No? Well, then you must visit the Kelpies. Imagine two 30-metre-high majestic horse heads standing guard over the River Forth – breathtaking, isn't it? I swear I could practically hear the Neighing Neighing sound of those majestic beasts.

As much as I love a grand spectacle, I find myself drawn to the smaller moments, the quieter scenes. While watching a ballet, I see beauty in the way the dancers' bodies move. While strolling around the town, I admire the grace of the birds taking flight and the intricate patterns of a spider's web shimmering in the sun. Beauty is everywhere, you just need to know where to look.

Now, let's talk about the real reason I visit all these enchanting places – to wear my tutu! Today, it was a glorious orange number – perfect for bringing a pop of sunshine to the Scottish skies. Imagine the feeling: a little swirl here, a graceful pirouette there – with each twirl, I felt the weight of the world lift.

There's something truly empowering about wearing a tutu. It says, "I'm free, I'm joyous, I'm embracing life in all its delightful absurdity." I encourage all my lovely readers, try it for a day! See if it doesn't make you want to dance, to twirl, to sing and be silly, to unleash the inner child within.

It doesn't matter if you've never taken a ballet class or even know the first thing about pirouettes. It doesn't matter if you're not wearing a tutu, a flamboyant hat, or the latest designer clothes. What matters is that you let loose, embrace the joy, and find what makes your heart sing!

Let me tell you, darling, this adventure to Falkirk wasn't just about twirling and sightseeing. It was about connecting with myself and the world around me. As I gazed at the Scottish landscape, I found myself reflecting on my own journey. Just like the little dancers on stage, I’ve taken small steps along the path, each one contributing to the grand design.

We all start somewhere. Sometimes it feels like our steps are minuscule – barely even a skip – yet they all lead somewhere. A small step to sign up for that beginner’s ballet class could lead to a lifetime of twirling. And, yes, maybe even a fancy pink tutu.

My mission, my darlings, is to encourage you to take that first step. Don’t be afraid to try new things, to step outside your comfort zone and twirl to your own rhythm. Who knows what extraordinary experiences await!

So, as I bid farewell to the stunning Falkirk, with its grand buildings and magnificent wildlife, I urge you all: find your own 'Falkirk', your own unique adventure, your own inspiring landscape. Don’t let the world tell you what to wear, what to dance to, what to enjoy. You’ve got one precious life; live it your way, tutu or no tutu!

Until next time, my lovelies. Stay vibrant, stay whimsical, and stay fabulous. Remember, it's always time for a twirl!

Love,

Emma

(And yes, if you haven't figured it out already, I do want you all to try on a pink tutu at least once in your life!)