Those are the things that make you mine....

And so it goes that today we visited the Parc De Prehistorie. 

We have seen the signs all the time and even spotted a couple of dinosaurs here and there....   We drove towards the signs, got a bit lost and then found it. It's still off peak, so very, very few people around.    The Parc is built in and around an old slate mine. 

You walk around time from the big bang, through all the dinosaurs until you reach recognisable humans.   It was very lovely, full of lovely moments - The little girl on the check out who heard our horrific french accents and ran away to get a beautiful English speaker.    The same English speaker providing us with a fire making demonstration which had the Si growling in knife / pioneering / fire envy.   (he's already started looking up flints, and pyrite on line... I sense a BIG fire coming).   Tooli just looking particularly gorgeous despite any big hairy dinosaur standing behind her.  The appearance of extra's from the walking dead in a flooded part of the slate mine which kept us entertained for quite some time.  And then of course the joy on the faces of the three young girls operating the whole site (fire maker included), as they tried out a Karcher on their windows.  It was a sight of real beauty and discovery.

Our highlight, came later in the evening...  We decided to visit the late- night market in Questembert, which is held in the same halls it has been held in since 1550. and then have something to eat locally.   It was a very different market to the day time one.  Full of "enviro and green" people -  home made cider, green teas, pink teas, hand made washable feminine hygiene products.... you get the picture.  They were all wearing attractive Hammer style pants, and smoking questionable fags.. :-)   The Si was delighted with the cidre stall, not only tasty cidre, but also two very attractive glass bottles with grolsch type lids which have already been marked for the home made cidre session. 

We then entered a little establishment, and plonked down and once again entered the fray of poor French versus no English.    Tooli's face when presented with a rare steak was a picture, and to her credit she did start to eat it, but I was able to get it sent back and warmed through a bit more :-)

Half way through the reason for choosing this restaurant, the Creme Brulee, a text bounced in on my phone.  "I'm Approved".

I yelped, repeated the words to Si.  Turned to Tooli, repeated them again, and then sat grining at Si as the two of us welled up and spilled over into our Creme Brulee.

I picked up the phone and text our Boy back...

For 10 long days now- he has not been able to work; his initial visa ran out, and the new one, despite being "fast tracked" had not appeared.  Today was the last day it could possibly come in.    The outcome of this visa would determine if he could stay with the job he is loving, with the people he has grown to love, and a life of prospects and travel.

All week there have been unspoken looks between Si and I.  We didn't discuss it outloud.  Boy said he wasn't even thinking of the possibilities.   the tension had been building.  The undertoad was getting bigger.  There were only so many ways you could repeatedly ask "Anything? "

Tooli grabbed my phone and text "Well Done, Stevie, Mum and Dad are greeting in a restaurant". 

The poor woman waiting tables was looking at us beyond confused.  Thank god for Google Translate ...  

The relief was immense.  So immense in fact, that I had to have ANOTHER portion of Creme Brulee.

So go Fly my little Pterodactly.  Fly and make waves. 

And write.

Please don't forget about the writing.