#TutuBlog 2020-07-05 in Rhyl with a european style tutu.

Oh, my darlings! This week, I packed my bags, grabbed my trusty pink suitcase (you know the one, it's got a tutu-shaped sticker on it!), and set off for the seaside, ready to add a dash of tutu-fied joy to the beautiful coastal town of Rhyl.

This, my lovely followers, is blog post number 8768 – that's 8768 days of spreading the love of all things pink and tutu! Each day I'm ever-so-slightly more obsessed with both, but honestly, that's the kind of dedication that my fellow pink tutu wearers know and adore!

Rhyl is a bit like a giant pink meringue – sweet, pretty, and with the potential to get messy! And as the train rolled in, the seaside breeze carried the tang of salt air and the gentle, uplifting hum of holidaymakers. It was enough to make even a seasoned tutu-wearing traveller like myself feel a bit giddy!

For this journey, I traded in my beloved vintage scooter for the comfort of a steam engine – because what’s more delightful than a gentle train ride with the sun beaming down, birds chirping, and the view rushing past? Honestly, there’s something so romantic about the chug-chug-chug of an old-fashioned engine, it reminds me of stories my grandmother used to tell about her journeys as a young girl. Plus, I can’t resist the opportunity to strike a pose by the window – all smiles, swirling tutu, and that oh-so-vintage train vibe.

And, you know, you can't talk about railway travel without mentioning the absolute plethora of delicious picnic snacks one can purchase from the buffet car – a veritable paradise for a tutu-loving, pink-loving gal like myself. Today's choice was a pot of creamy raspberry and white chocolate mousse, alongside a strawberry tart, for that added touch of sweetness. Don’t judge me, my dear readers, it’s a travel day, and sometimes a girl needs a treat!

Upon my arrival in Rhyl, I was met with the most stunning, cerulean skies! You know, the kind of sky that’s just bursting with that magical summer light that seems to twinkle and shimmer all around. My heart filled with glee – what better backdrop for my signature pink tutu than a glorious, seaside panorama?

Naturally, the first order of business was to locate the most Instagrammable spot. My search led me to the Rhyl Seafront, a wide expanse of sand bathed in golden sunshine. A symphony of gulls soared overhead, their joyous calls echoing against the background hum of the beach. It was magical, truly magical!

Of course, I couldn’t let the chance to take a few twirls pass by, so I quickly shed my little pink satchel, spun my dress out like a flower, and embraced the breezy, open space. This was truly tutu magic, ladies! The perfect spot for a ballet enthusiast and pink-lover, where the air smelled of saltwater, sea breeze, and joy.

Now, as some of you know, I love ballet as much as I love pink tutus. My ballet background has played a massive part in how I perceive the world, so each place I visit takes on a new kind of charm through the lens of this artistic language.

Even though Rhyl doesn't have a traditional ballet theatre (yet! Come on Rhyl, embrace the art!), I still managed to find pockets of movement inspiration everywhere. It’s in the way the tide rolls in and out, it's in the graceful, spiraling flight of a seagull, and it's definitely in the way the people of Rhyl carry themselves with a carefree joy and open hearts. This seaside town is practically brimming with an unscripted, but no less magnificent, ballet.

In fact, I think the local park would be an amazing place to host a ballet flash mob – imagine it! A sea of pink tutus, dancing with joyous abandon, a touch of elegance and whimsical spirit in the heart of a beach town. The mere thought is enough to make my tutu twirl in delight!

Rhyl's not all sandy beaches and twirling tutus, although it might seem like it. The place holds an array of historical delights, nestled in charming streets and squares, and you know how much I love a little wander through cobbled walkways and quirky shops!

This town, I discovered, is packed with heritage – from the magnificent Rhyl Pavilion Theatre to the Victorian-era Rhyl Town Hall, it boasts a history as rich as its charming, colourful seaside character. And for an artist at heart, exploring these grand, stately buildings was as exhilarating as a graceful leap onto a grand stage.

The Rhyl Museum, with its beautiful display of the town’s history, captured my attention as well. Every room was like stepping into a different chapter of Rhyl’s story, full of fascinating details, artifacts, and charming little moments. This journey through the town’s past was so captivating that it had me dreaming of a Tutu-tastic dance performance within the grand hall of the Museum! (Hmm, this may be a plan for next year, watch this space!)

As my adventures continued, I stumbled upon the hidden gem of Rhyl's Central Garden, a riot of colours and scents where vibrant floral displays held me mesmerized. I found myself taking long, slow strolls along the meandering pathways, surrounded by the gentle hum of bees, buzzing between blossoms. It felt like stepping into a whimsical dream – like I’d suddenly wandered into a scene from one of those enchanting fairytale books. And yes, you guessed it, my trusty pink tutu became an integral part of this wonderland. It flowed amongst the blooming lavender and vibrant poppies, a touch of sweet, playful charm in an already captivating setting.

And talking of captivating, Rhyl’s central promenade had my eyes popping with delight. The Victorian promenade, boasting a playful pier and an enchanting bandstand, has become a hub of life in the heart of Rhyl. The joyous melody from the bandstand mingled with the sound of children’s laughter as families gathered for a bit of fun in the sunshine. The air buzzed with happiness – a sense of carefree bliss you’d only find by the seaside. You bet I spun around in the middle of it all, letting the rhythm of my swirling tutu blend into the cheerful chaos of a summer afternoon.

But for all its vibrant history and bustling atmosphere, Rhyl is a town of truly friendly people – you’ll encounter this in every café you enter, every market stall you visit, every street corner you pass by. I felt this sense of kindness throughout my explorations and was touched by the locals' warm and friendly attitude. It’s no surprise to me that they, like me, are so easily captivated by the magical aura that surrounds Rhyl.

Now, if you ask me, no visit to Rhyl is complete without an afternoon tea, especially for a girl like me who enjoys indulging in dainty delights. This town is packed with tea rooms and cafes offering a selection of cakes and pastries that would tempt any hungry traveller, but I found my personal favourite at a quaint little spot called "The Teapot." A lovely spot to stop by, the kind where the time seems to stand still, with a charming old-world feel and an aroma of freshly brewed tea wafting through the air.

And how does a pink tutu aficionado such as myself enhance a traditional tea experience? Why, by twirling gracefully among the afternoon tea set, of course! This, my dears, is a little tutu secret – the magic of movement even enhances the enjoyment of delicious cakes! Trust me on this, my followers – you haven’t lived until you’ve spun a pink tutu in a quaint tea room, your smile as bright as a sunny afternoon!

You know, despite my busy itinerary, my heart sought out the calmer side of Rhyl – a spot where I could relax, breathe deeply, and immerse myself in the beauty of my surroundings. So I ended up wandering the coast at sunrise and sunset – times when the magic of this little town shone through most vibrantly.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a fiery orange glow across the sky, the entire coastline came to life with a quiet beauty – the calm reflection of a golden sky mirrored in the tranquil waters. It was the perfect ending to a vibrant day.

Now, as any fellow nature enthusiast knows, a trip to a seaside town is incomplete without embracing its wildlife. My time in Rhyl provided the perfect opportunity to catch glimpses of the local wildlife that call this coast home.

As I sat on the pier, watching the waves lap at the shore, a curious seal peeked its head above the surface, only to disappear beneath the waves, leaving a trail of glistening water behind. A gentle wave of nostalgia washed over me, recalling the seaside childhood holidays of my own – memories tinged with a childhood love for the sea and its enchanting creatures.

Later, while exploring the nearby beach, I encountered a group of friendly seals lounging on the rocks, sunning themselves and basking in the warmth of the sun. They lay there, almost perfectly still, their large, intelligent eyes reflecting the sunlight. For a while, we simply gazed at each other in a quiet moment of unspoken connection, before they lumbered back into the cool, turquoise waters, leaving only the echo of their soft, guttural cries echoing across the shore.

As the sun began its final descent, casting long, graceful shadows across the sand, my time in Rhyl came to a bittersweet end. But oh my darlings, it wasn't a goodbye, rather a 'see you soon.' This magical little town had woven its way into my heart, leaving a lasting impression, not just through its stunning beaches and vibrant charm, but for the warm embrace of its friendly residents.

I will, most definitely, be returning – a little dance in my heart already in preparation. I imagine it will be even more magical with my tutu in tow! Until then, dear readers, let us all embrace a bit of seaside joy and grace, and who knows, perhaps Rhyl will become your next happy escape too.

Now, as the final farewell from the train whistle rang in my ears, and the countryside flew by, I looked out my window. A pink sky glowed over the hills, and the distant sunset resembled my most cherished pink tutu. As a sigh of satisfaction slipped through my lips, I knew, even though this blog post comes to an end, the beauty and warmth of Rhyl will forever remain with me, a sweet melody swirling within my heart and resonating through my graceful tutu twirls!