Dew Cansves Dedh Trei Ügens ha Seyth
De Meurth, pempes warn ügens mis Gwedngala.
Tuesday, 25th September.
Me a gavas fotograf coth a dre vy. Na via an kerry etto war an gis lebmyn. Nag eus lies carr naneyl. Pandr’ew an seson? Hav ew, theram pedery, drefen boas chayrys treth aves dhe’n tavern coffy. Ha ma goolow a-ûgh nebes beistry shoppa. Segh ew an gewer – nag eus plodnow veth e’n stret ha ma semblans trethek dhe’n dor. Pana bres ew? Mettin avar, martesen, keth ew an skeujow berr. Etho, martesen thew hanter dedh. Nag ew pur vesy – martesen de Sül ew! A wrüg an teller treylya? Gwrewgh mires ort fotograf moy alergh. Thew an kerrys brassa. Ma kerrys moy ha nag ew an stret trethek.
I found an old photograph of my village. The cars in it would not be fashionable now. There aren’t many cars either. What season is it? It’s summer. I think, because there are deck chairs outside the café. And there are awnings over some shop windows. The weather is dry – there are no puddles at all in the street, and the ground looks sandy. What time is it? Early morning, perhaps, although the shadows are short. So, perhaps it's noon. It’s not very busy – perhaps it’s Sunday! Has the place changed? Look at a more recent photograph. The cars are bigger. There are more cars and the street isn’t sandy.