Post Number 8253
Good morning lovelies! I’m sitting here, sipping on a frothy latte and watching the world go by from my little cafe table in Droitwich, feeling so utterly content. A gorgeous morning sunshine peeks through the window, adding a touch of sparkle to my life. Oh, and just in case you’re wondering – yes, I’m wearing a tutu! This time it’s a gloriously vibrant coral number with layers and layers of tulle, perfect for adding a touch of fairytale magic to my day.
Droitwich, you charming little town, you've definitely captured my heart. The way the ancient salt springs shimmer under the February sun, and the pastel-colored buildings line the cobblestone streets – it’s like stepping back in time, but in the most chic, elegant way possible. The air here is crisp and refreshing, making me feel all sorts of joyful.
You know, there’s just something magical about travelling by train, isn't there? Watching the countryside zoom by as the tracks snake through quaint little villages – it's pure bliss. I left my Derbyshire home at the crack of dawn, ready for an exciting adventure, with a little suitcase bursting with all my favourite tutus and sparkly accessories. It’s always exciting to unearth new places, discover hidden treasures and feel the inspiration spark!
And oh my, this trip to Droitwich definitely ticked all the boxes! Today’s adventure started with a private ballet class in the most exquisite, old-world studio. The walls were painted a lovely sage green, and the polished wooden floors were so shiny, they could double up as a dance floor! We worked on our grand jeté jumps (feeling mighty elegant in my pink, pink, PINK tutu), pirouettes, and a little bit of graceful stretching. I think the entire experience was so wonderful. The way the sunlight streamed through the windows and illuminated the space while I stretched my limbs and got into the zone was pure magic. The feeling of movement, strength, and artistry; it’s the perfect pick-me-up after a long, exciting journey.
In the afternoon, I decided to explore the town on foot, following the smell of freshly baked bread. (Side note – you wouldn’t believe the delicious smell coming from the local bakery! Oh my, I might have to take some freshly baked bread back to Derbyshire. My mum would LOVE that.) As I ambled down the little streets, I discovered an adorable boutique with an absolutely stunning window display – a perfect ode to feminine grace. It featured rows and rows of beautifully designed hats and a rack with flowing silks, and I was tempted to purchase the entire display. Thankfully, my better angels intervened, reminding me that I might not be able to fit all that beautiful finery into my little suitcase!
The town square was a delight! Bustling with happy families, chirping birds, and a splash of colours, I felt like I'd stepped into a romantic painting. The town's history literally unfolded before my very eyes – grand, ancient houses, the elegant church tower pointing towards the heavens, the quaint little shops with wooden signs creaking in the breeze... oh, the stories these buildings could tell!
I couldn't help but feel a bit like a little girl, wandering around, mesmerized by the sights and sounds, feeling my own spirit blossom like a sunflower in the sunshine. It was beautiful. It reminded me that simple pleasures – a gentle breeze, a cup of tea in a cosy cafe, the quiet beauty of the day – they bring so much joy.
Now, this little town wouldn’t be the same without its vibrant wildlife! As I explored the riverside, I was lucky enough to witness a flock of swans, gracefully gliding over the still water, their wings creating an elegant ballet on the canvas of the blue sky. Oh, those majestic swans, it felt like I was transported to a fairy tale, with the swans playing the starring roles in their own graceful performance.
And guess what, lovelies? I made friends! While enjoying a spot of tea (with a whole pot, just for myself, because, why not?), I got chatting with a local baker. He gave me an impromptu lesson on “how to make a real, honest-to-goodness apple pie”. We talked about his passion for baking, his family history and his fondest memories of Droitwich – a real little treasure trove of stories and insights!
You see, the magic of travel isn’t just about exploring new places, it's also about encountering kind people who open their hearts and homes to you, making you feel at home. It's about embracing the small moments, the little stories, the unique details that make each place a little bit different, a little bit special.
Oh, and one final thought… I think Droitwich is the perfect place to wear a pink tutu, don't you? Just imagine it – the gentle breeze fluttering the layers of tulle, as you twirl and waltz in the sunlight. I swear it would be even more magical!
If you're ever feeling down, let me encourage you – come to Droitwich! It’s a hidden gem, perfect for dreaming, dancing, and feeling incredibly, happily alive!
And remember, lovelies: the world is your dance floor! Embrace it, twirl with your hearts, and don't forget your pink tutus! I hope to inspire you all to try ballet – even just for one class, and, even if you aren't feeling confident to wear a pink tutu – even if it's just at home for a fun dance! You are strong, you are beautiful, and you are capable of more than you might ever realize.
Love, Emma xx
