#TutuBlog 2022-02-20 in Scunthorpe with a pink tutu.

Details: Written by: Emma Ballerina; Category: Tutu Blog

Scunthorpe Sparkle: Pink Tutu Adventures, Post 9363!

Hey lovelies! It’s your girl Emma, back from another magical adventure, and this time it’s all about Scunthorpe! Yes, you heard right, Scunthorpe! You wouldn’t believe the wonderful things I found in this unexpected corner of the UK. This town may not be known for its balletic flair, but believe me, it’s hiding a hidden gem (or two!).

Now, I know some of you are thinking, "Emma, Scunthorpe? Really?" and trust me, I had similar thoughts when my journey was first mapped out. A horse-drawn carriage whisked me away from the rolling Derbyshire hills to the heart of this steel-producing region. As I arrived, the industrial backdrop didn't scream "pink tutu paradise," but as always, I knew there was more to it than meets the eye.

First, let's talk about the ride! As always, travelling by horse has a special place in my heart. This time, my faithful steed, a gorgeous chestnut named Poppy, carried me across the beautiful, rugged Lincolnshire countryside. The sun was out, the air crisp, and I felt that pure sense of freedom that comes with being on the back of a noble creature. We passed quaint villages with thatched cottages, fields bursting with life, and even a friendly cow or two (who knew cows could be so chatty?!).

I couldn't resist grabbing a few snaps of Poppy for you all, and even took a little selfie with her too - she’s already a star on Instagram! But my real mission was Scunthorpe, and as I drew closer, my heart began to beat a little faster. I knew this wouldn't be just another adventure; it would be something truly special.

We reached the town centre, a place I could never have imagined as the location for ballet inspiration. The air hung heavy with the scent of steel and something that, if I'm honest, kind of smelled like…well, let’s just say “industrial.” I braced myself for a less-than-inspiring experience. Then, I saw it.

Nestled amongst the steelworks and factories was a tiny theatre, a place with the name "The Playhouse." This little gem was full of warmth, welcoming light, and something incredible: a local ballet school. Oh my goodness! How had I not known about this haven for dance? The second I stepped inside, my heart just swelled. The warm wood floor, the ballet barre stretching across the room, and a poster that said "Ballet for everyone." It was like something straight out of a dream!

There I met the most incredible people: a group of young dancers bursting with passion and energy, all dedicated to the art of ballet. Their teacher, a woman with the most captivating twinkle in her eyes, told me all about the school, their history, and their dreams of bringing dance to every corner of the town.

What I saw in this little school wasn't just ballet, it was magic. It was the passion of these dancers, their unyielding spirit, and the beautiful reminder that no matter where you are, dreams can flourish and blossom.

Of course, no Emma adventure would be complete without a pink tutu! In the spirit of “ballet for everyone,” I decided to make this visit truly special. Armed with my favourite shade of blush, I joined the dance class, spun a few pirouettes, and let my inner ballerina shine! (Let’s just say my leaps were…impressive. In my own mind. At least.)

Now, you might think "Emma, that must have been crazy! What about all those steely looks and raised eyebrows?" Well, to my absolute delight, these lovely Scunthorpe folk were absolutely charmed by my tutu-wearing ways! There wasn't a single judgement, only smiles, cheers, and encouragement. My favourite moment was when a group of little girls, mesmerized by the sight of a ballerina, came up to me with the most curious eyes. One shyly asked, “Are you a real princess?” In that moment, I knew I’d found my reason for being there, to share the magic of ballet and inspire a new generation.

There's a reason this blog is called "Pink Tutu", it's a symbol of joy, passion, and a touch of magical chaos. You can take a pink tutu anywhere - to the countryside, the city, and yes, even Scunthorpe! And why not? It's a reminder to let your inner ballerina shine, regardless of what's going on around you.

And speaking of "what’s going on around you”, I have to share this fun little side story with you: after the ballet lesson, I decided to walk around Scunthorpe and take in the sights. While I didn't find any hidden palaces or glittering jewels (alas!), I discovered an amazing wildlife reserve right on the edge of town.

Just imagine this: me, pink tutu and all, strolling through a wild bird reserve filled with colourful plumage, majestic swans, and the sweetest chirping of little sparrows! It was like something out of a fairytale!

My walk amongst the feathered friends gave me a new perspective on the town. It's a place that may be tough and gritty on the outside, but with a hidden beauty waiting to be discovered.

As the day drew to a close, I had a feeling I’d discovered something special: not just the joy of dance in the heart of an unexpected place, but the incredible power of embracing the unconventional.

Now, before I let you go, I need you all to get your pink tutus on! Grab the brightest, fluffiest tutu you can find, twirl around your living room, and let me know all about it in the comments! You know the drill, every comment on this blog post earns an entry into the raffle to win a pink tutu signed by Yours Truly!

And if you’re in Scunthorpe, be sure to pop into The Playhouse, spread a little pink tutu magic, and tell them Emma said hello!