Saturday, 7 July 2012

Baby Ballet

Thursday morning is Baby Ballet. For one hour a week I get to watch my daughter and her classmates twirling and galloping in a froth of pink tulle through the formal oak pannelled room in our Town Hall, more usually used for weddings and ceremonies. Good toes and bad toes. Bend and stretch.

The light was streaming softly through the velvet lined windows. The girls were waiting patiently for their turn to show off their gallops and, for once, my camera was ready at just the right moment.

Baby Ballet; our favourite way to spend a Thursday morning.