I came to ballet very late in life. I retired at the age of 58 and out of curiosity went to see the Kirov dance Swan Lake at the London Coliseum that year. I must be one of the few Balletomanes who can define precisely when I fell in love with ballet. It was at that Kirov performance on the 15th June 1990 and the exact moment was the opening of the last act when the curtain rose and I saw the dancers through swirling mist bathed in a dark blue light. My heart almost stopped, I had never experienced anything so beautiful in my whole life - from that moment I became a passionately devoted ballet enthusiast attending as many performances as I can wherever I am.
I know nothing of the technicalities of ballet, at my age I have neither the time nor the opportunity to learn that which takes dancers a lifetime of effort. However, as a "Friend/Associate " of most of the English companies, I do enjoy attending daily class,rehearsals and coaching sessions almost as much as performances. All I do know is that I am transported into another world the moment the curtain rises, no matter how many times I have watched that ballet, arousing emotions that I never knew existed. In fact last year watching Altynia Asylmuratova dance Princess Aurora with the Kirov I was so overwhelmed with emotion at the shear beauty of the dancing and the interpretation that tears filled my eyes and I was unable to speak for over an hour after the performance finished. That for me is the importance of ballet in my life. I await with breathless anticipation a visit to Paris to watch the Paris Opera Ballet perform my favourite ballet, La Bayadere.