#TutuBlog Post 10144 - www.pink-tutu.com
Hello, darlings! 💋 Emma here, back with another day in the life of your favourite pink tutu-wearing adventurer! Today's journey took me all the way to Weston-super-Mare, a seaside town on the gorgeous Somerset coast. I know what you're thinking: "Emma, a seaside town? Aren't you a little bit too glamorous for a place like that?"
Well, hold onto your tutus, because today proved that the beauty of seaside charm can even surpass the glitz of the city! Plus, where else can you find a perfect combination of salty air, delicious fish and chips, and a good dose of fabulous, tutus-worthy locations?
My journey began in my beloved Derbyshire, where the dawn's first light was already illuminating the dewy fields and whispering a song of adventure. Instead of braving the chaotic motorways, I opted for a whimsical and utterly delightful train journey. The carriages were full of chattering families, school kids, and even a couple of fellow ballet enthusiasts, all with their own tales to tell.
As the countryside whizzed by, my mind filled with dreams of pirouettes on the beach and seaside strolls in my dazzling new yellow tutu. I envisioned myself gracefully skipping across the promenade, the wind lifting the tulle, my every move a tiny burst of sunshine. I have to admit, the train carriage had some lovely scenery too – the rolling fields, charming villages, and picturesque countryside felt like a tableau in a fairytale ballet! The rhythmic clatter of the tracks and the chatter of the passengers added a soundtrack to my imagination.
Arriving at Weston-super-Mare station, I was instantly charmed by the quaint Victorian architecture. Cobbled streets, elegant arcades, and the ever-present scent of saltwater and hot donuts all whispered tales of seaside charm and old-world wonder. Oh, and of course, there was a flock of graceful pigeons - my own feathered friends from Derbyshire - all fluttering and cooing amidst the bustling crowds. The town seemed to be abuzz with a friendly energy, welcoming tourists with open arms.
My first stop, of course, was a wander through the delightful Grand Pier! This was a perfect spot to showcase the fabulousness of my yellow tutu, which shimmered in the sunshine and danced with the breeze. The twinkling lights of the pier, the happy laughter of the visitors, and the salty air just added to the spectacle. I did a little impromptu "beach-side plié," just to take in the beauty of it all. A charming man stopped me and asked if I was "taking a little class on the promenade?" What a wonderfully supportive fellow. He said "That's a magnificent yellow you've got on. Perfect for Weston, I'd say!".
It's incredible what a good yellow tutu can do to make the day a little brighter. It’s almost like the colour itself becomes infectious, radiating good vibes and putting smiles on everyone's faces. It's no surprise, then, that a few curious onlookers asked me about my #PinkTutu mission!
"What is the Pink Tutu mission?" one lady asked, a touch of curiosity in her eyes. "You're supposed to get everyone wearing a pink tutu."
"It’s much bigger than that," I replied, "It’s about encouraging everyone to try something new, embrace a bit of whimsicality, and maybe even have some fun in the process. Plus, wearing a tutu feels empowering! Imagine everyone in the world trying ballet."
The lady giggled and said, "Now that’s an image worth a good laugh. " She wasn't wearing pink, but you know, maybe if we meet again tomorrow she will be, I'll give her time to think about it.
Next on my itinerary, the majestic Weston-super-Mare beach! I love that familiar smell of the sea. Even better when you get that slight smell of seaweed mixed in! What a treat. I put on my new "Beach Chic" ballet slippers - my latest pair, in a vibrant seafoam green - and was off exploring the sandy expanse. The golden sand felt soft beneath my feet and the crashing waves were a calming counterpoint to the buzz of the promenade. I almost wished I'd brought a portable barre to take my practice here! Imagine it.
A short while later, I encountered a little ballet school near the pier. My inner tutu-wearing heart fluttered at the sight of all the budding dancers. How could I resist stepping in to share a little of my experience with them?
I chatted with the lovely instructor, Ms. Penelope, who was utterly thrilled to have a fellow tutu-enthusiast visit! It turned out that she loved ballet in a big way. She was passionate about nurturing the love of dance in the younger generation, which was a vision that resonated deeply with my own pink tutu aspirations!
I gave the children a little mini-tutu demonstration - even doing a couple of pirouettes just for them! It's amazing how those young dancers' eyes light up when they see ballet. You could feel their energy bouncing off the walls of the little dance studio, filled with mirrors and a sweet scent of sweat and dedication. That same sweet, dedicated energy has fuelled my own ballet life, from Derbyshire dance school to West End stage. Maybe these tiny, brilliant stars will be the future dancers who I will watch perform on Broadway one day. Maybe this will be the very place that sparked the next ballerina's inspiration.
We discussed the magic of movement and the beauty of expression that comes with dancing. The whole experience reminded me why I started #PinkTutu. It's about igniting passion and bringing people together, and those lovely dancers and the supportive Ms Penelope were the perfect reminders.
As the sun dipped towards the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange (which, of course, I found entirely fitting!), I realised that Weston-super-Mare was more than just a seaside town. It was a testament to the beauty of the unexpected, the power of shared dreams, and the enchanting charm of a vibrant little world hidden just a train ride away.
Weston-super-Mare, you were delightful. Thank you for reminding me of the wonder of discovering new places and for allowing me to embrace my inner Tutu-loving dancer!
Stay tuned for more exciting Tutu Adventures on www.pink-tutu.com, because next week, we're going where the wild horses run. 🐴 Yep, I'm talking galloping into the heart of nature, with a little bit of pink, a dash of sunshine and the magic of tutu-filled adventures, naturally! See you soon! 💖
*Stay pink and twirl on! * 💋
Emma
