Hey lovely ladies! It's your favourite tutu-toting, pink-loving Emma here, and I'm buzzing to bring you post number 9035, straight from the heart of Nottingham!
It’s been a while since I’ve graced your screens with a train journey update, but the lure of Nottingham, with its charming old town and (rumour has it) delectable pink cake shops, was simply irresistible. As always, the journey was an adventure in itself. You know how much I love travelling by train – the gentle swaying of the carriages, the clickety-clack of the tracks, and the sheer delight of being able to whip out my pinkest notebook and pen, and get lost in my blog ideas.
The landscape flew by, a patchwork quilt of greens and browns punctuated by the occasional glimpse of a curious sheep. The weather was crisp, making the journey all the more pleasant – a perfect day to have a dance-off with myself in the carriage, no shame, and just me, my pink headphones, and some upbeat tunes! (No worries, I’m not one of those embarrassing ‘can't stop, won’t stop' dancing types on the train. 😉 )
Now, Nottingham. Oh, how I adore this city. With its history etched onto every cobbled street, it's the kind of place that whispers stories of royalty and Robin Hood. And the beautiful old theatre is just, well, magical! This trip was all about indulging my ballet passion – not only did I manage to catch a brilliant ballet performance (think graceful ballerinas swirling on the stage like butterflies!), but I even squeezed in a quick class at a charming studio just off the main square.
Can you imagine my delight? I was absolutely smitten with the friendly atmosphere, and the sheer joy of moving to the music felt like a beautiful balm to my soul. As always, I felt completely at ease twirling in my white tutu – the perfect piece for feeling feminine and powerful at the same time. It's funny, but in Nottingham, even my trusty tutu seemed to feel the vibe! Every step felt a little bit more regal, a little bit more empowered, like I was taking a stroll through the pages of a fairytale.
Of course, no Nottingham visit would be complete without a visit to the Wollaton Hall – its fairytale grandeur had me completely charmed. Its sweeping lawns, ancient oaks, and stately deer felt like a little bit of the countryside right in the city! Speaking of the countryside, I even stumbled across a gorgeous park with a pond full of geese. Those feathered friends were absolutely majestic, gliding on the water like they owned the place! Their grace and poise was enough to make even a ballerina jealous.
And did I mention the pink cake shops? Let's just say my inner child had a field day with those exquisite pink cakes and macarons! It felt almost surreal, like being inside one of my own whimsical dreams.
Honestly, it was all just so perfect – the theatre, the class, the parks, and most of all, the chance to indulge in the very essence of who I am: a passionate ballerina with a love for travel, pink, and a whole lot of grace.
Now, here’s the deal, lovely readers. Nottingham may not have quite as many pink tutus as some of the more ‘glam' destinations, but that's okay. There’s magic to be found in all places – all you need to do is look around, open your heart, and dare to be a little bit pink! After all, wouldn’t you love to see a whole town bursting with pink tutus? That’s my dream, to inspire the whole world to try ballet, to unleash their inner ballerina and embrace their femininity!
Until next time, darling friends, keep on twirling, keep on loving, and remember – pink is always in! 🩰💕
Love,
Emma
www.pink-tutu.com
