2023 Dedh Cans Dewdhek warn Ügens
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Friday, 12th May
E'n mettin my a veu e'n lowarth. Cosel o an ayr. Nag era bes son a edhyn bian ow cana ha yar agan kentrevek ow scloqwa ha crucana. (Hei wrüg gwerif oy!) Distowgh, e veu mûsek ûhel e'n pelder - e'n tewednow. Checkya an daffar son rag an gool mûsek, martesen. Na wrüg an son dürya. Thera coseleth rag nebes ourys, nena an mûsek a dhallathas arta. Ev a dhüryas oll an dohajedh ha gordhûher. Nei ell qwachas pedn seythen a'n kethsam tra! Agan mebyon a vedn mos, bes nag ewa ow mûsek. Re goth o vy! Piw ew an gwariers?
In the morning I was in the garden. The air was peaceful. There was only the sound of little birds singing and our neighbour's chicken squawking and clucking. (She had laid an egg!) Suddenly, there was loud music in the distance - in the dunes. Checking the sound equipment for the music festival, perhaps. The sound did not last. There was peace for a few hours, then the music started again. It lasted all the afternoon and evening. We can expect a weekend of the same thing! Our sons will go, but it's not my music. I'm too old! Who are the performers?
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