Ballet Girl

Ella's been going to ballet lessons, so here are two pictures from the end of term session that parents were allowed to attend. The teacher, Miss Francesca, is lovely: Greek by way of London, but she's been in Coffs Harbour for about six years, I think. She's a lovely lady - MUCH nicer than Ella's teacher in Bristol! - but has to deal with slightly different problems. For one thing, the idea that if you attend the class you should either turn up on time or, indeed, stay inside the classroom once you're there is a novelty!















A couple of the girls (who are admittedly aged 3 and 4, so not very old) take off every few minutes to see their mother/brother/sister/the world outside, so it's all a bit fractured...

The main thing, from my point of view, is that Ella loves it. She loves Miss Francesca, she loves the fact that she grew out of her old ballet clothes and needed new ones, and she really likes the fact that as she's better at the basic class discipline than the other girls and she already knows some of the ballet positions etc Miss Francesca will be moving her up to the next class in the New Year. Hooray for Miss Francesca!