Pilates with Tasha

Pilates with Tasha Certified Mat & Reformer Pilates instructor. Private Reformer sessions, Mum & Baby Pilates and more.

Postcards from a week in Cape Town. Can you even call it a holiday if you did 12 pilates classes in 6 days? Answer: yes....
06/04/2026

Postcards from a week in Cape Town. Can you even call it a holiday if you did 12 pilates classes in 6 days? Answer: yes. Yes you can. Movement is often the only thing that makes sense to me.

Postcards from Cape Town. Can you even call it a holiday if you did 12 Pilates classes in 6 days? (Answer: yes. Yes you ...
06/04/2026

Postcards from Cape Town. Can you even call it a holiday if you did 12 Pilates classes in 6 days? (Answer: yes. Yes you can)

03/04/2026

Ok, the Gym…relationship status: It’s Complicated. At various stages in my life, the gym has been a place I could go to be utterly anonymous or very visible. As a young dancer, it carried a whiff of defiance as I lifted weights that could make me look less than light and wafty (not desirable). As a marathon runner, I mashed out miles on the treadmill and got lost in my headphones. I once met someone I loved in a gym. As a personal trainer, it was my office and yet I always felt a fraud on the gym floor, surrounded by brawny, often steroid-riddled men spitting out Latin names and figures with supreme confidence while passing not-so-silent jugement on women’s bodies or training form. But since discovering Pilates, the gym is none of that anymore; it is no longer a familiar space. I can no longer disappear into myself there as I could before: only a reformer studio does that for me now. The machines feel archaic and restrictive; they don’t flow with me. I count down the seconds until I feel I’ve spent a respectable enough amount of time and can leave. But I know my body needs to build muscle and gain strength at this stage of life, and so if I have to be in a gym, then it better be this one: the Vineyard hotel’s gym, which throws its doors open onto the slopes of Table Mountain and the well-loved gardens and permits you be to admire a jackal buzzard from the Stairmaster. I spent a happy hour there, doing weight stuff with a mandatory side serving of core stabilisation and didn’t count every single second. And the biggest win is realising that now I only care about two people’s opinions of my body: my own, and my doctor’s. And that freedom tastes good.

01/04/2026

Want to gain more time? Do barre. It’s a great way to turn 60 minutes into an endless chain of tiny throbbing eternities 😩 Clearly, my hair has quit, but I refuse to let my glutes leave the room 😅 And respect to my film school alumni Mick Mann doing it in ankle weights (sadly not in shot): epic. Thank you to the Movement Lab for being a place where I can spend a week breaking myself open and healing into something stronger.

29/03/2026

This is a peek at a 2:1 I recently shared with my gorgeous client and now friend Rebecca and the incredible coach that is Erin Peck. As a coach, your learning never stops and it is a gift to find someone who inspires and pushes you within your own practise, and to find someone who you can love and share the experience with. Erin’s cueing is precise, focussed and flawless and her demos make it look possible. I found it a full-circle moment to find myself being encouraged through Teasers by my own client, who I am also now lucky enough to consider a friend. Being able to work, learn and laugh alongside wonderful women like these is a real privilege.

29/03/2026

Because moving to music in unison with other bodies while someone screams counts at us seems to be hardwired into me…once a dancer, always a dancer 😄

Thank you 2025. You taught me how strong I am, how beautiful true friendship is, how joyful work can be, and how deep lo...
31/12/2025

Thank you 2025. You taught me how strong I am, how beautiful true friendship is, how joyful work can be, and how deep love truly runs.

13/12/2025

For every mum at Christmas. Thank you for the Christmas magic. Now, thank yourself in Pilates 😊

Last night I lost my dad to cancer. From diagnosis to end of life we had a mere nine days. The suddenness of this devast...
13/11/2025

Last night I lost my dad to cancer. From diagnosis to end of life we had a mere nine days. The suddenness of this devastating loss has been one of the hardest weeks for my family and I to bear. We got through it because of the beautiful people around us; the neighbours who cooked casseroles and volunteered beds, the kind words of near-strangers, the deep love of family who flew in from various continents to care and mourn with us. I am beyond grateful to the incredible machine that is the NHS, this wonderful thing that Britain has built that we all need in some way large or small, and to the small army of people who helped Daddy wrestle this ghastly thing that is pancreatic cancer with their knowledge, their skill and their compassion…please keep the NHS funded! I’m also beyond thankful to for proving that she is even more beautiful inside than she is out by stepping in at the last minute so I could be with my dad as he took his last breath, and to the wonderful team of Andy and and at who make my work environment joyful. I have found grief to be a slippery thing; I feel joy when I should be crying and I cry when I could be smiling; I have spent a lot of this week jumping around between classes to loud music to stave off the pain, but I’m so grateful to for her fairy mouse, and to .jane.coles for her kombucha and her gallows humour, as well as to , and for the solidarity and beautiful sister-spirit from , , and . I have also been so grateful for the job I do, this week above all others. Working as a coach in this space is such a privilege, and I’m so lucky to do a job that doesn’t feel hard even when navigating such despair. I am so thankful for the clients I get to show up for and who show up for me and the work we do: , , among so many others. Most of all, I’m thankful for my daddy; the tender, curious, silly, dogged, tasteful, kind, wonderful man that I’m lucky to call my father. Rest well, Daddy. I love you.

Last night, I lost my father to cancer. From diagnosis to the end of his life was a mere nine days. My wonderful, kind, ...
13/11/2025

Last night, I lost my father to cancer. From diagnosis to the end of his life was a mere nine days. My wonderful, kind, silly

Thank you for being sweet to me, September. You brought me: a new chapter with the exciting beginnings of Ramsbury Refor...
03/10/2025

Thank you for being sweet to me, September. You brought me: a new chapter with the exciting beginnings of Ramsbury Reformer Pilates; continued work at my other happy place, Sunday Studio; a birthday; pilates; hanging out with people I adore, a lovely jumpboard workshop with the epic ; driving; continuing disdain from the cat (no one does it better); driving lessons with the Kid, more pilates; beautiful sunrises, more pilates, bookish things at Topping and Co; cooking with the windows open on the garden in its last flush; admin time in and other nice cafes; and a bit more Pilates.

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