It’s an underpass, covered in Graffiti, the kind found in a lot of Italy, bold, aggressive. A little look closer however, and you realise it’s actually artwork, images and words I’m sure the local community understand much better than me,…

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Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away. –Hilary Cooper…. Since the age of 13 and my first Tap class I have loved to move. My mother says…

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  Since starting the course I’ve had the joy of working along side some new trainee teachers and be trained by some truly passionate and gifted ones. The generosity of individuals to preserve and keep alive our great technique is…

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This post was originally meant to be about my recent New York Pilates exploits, nothing much about my Pilates Holidays in Italy. It’s about going to Barre Classes expecting to exercise like a swan and instead doing butt busting plies…

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Sometimes our past experiences catch up with us, sometimes they open up old wounds and sometimes they bring great joy, oftentimes they leave us with more questions than answers. But the one thing that’s guaranteed is that life’s experiences will…

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If you knew the plane was going to crash would you still get on it?…. Ok so I admit it, I’m being a little provocative here, the answer is of course No. The original question a friend actually asked me…

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So I’ve just come back from running my first Pilates Retreat of the year in Italy. The group was a fab mix of people who have known me for years and friends and family of aforementioned participants. So this is…

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So last weekend I finally got round to updating my First Aid certificate and in truth had my Insurance not been dependent on it I would probably still be trying to find the right time to fit it in. Sadly…

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