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Sunday, 17th August
Pur goth o vy bes my ell crambla an mena, gen nebes gweres. Theram owth ûsya lorgh Ownter Horace. Ev a verwas nanj ew termyn hir. Da ew gen an maw bian bos heweres - gen camera! Ma va ow cuntel ploum, ewedh. Re drenk ew an ploum dhe vos debrys heb con. Res vedh dhebm aga bryjyon po gwil jamm - hedna a via sawrek. An ploumbren ew pur goth, drefen bos an ke pur goth, moy coth avel an chei, dres lycklod. Nag ew an ploum brâs, keth ew anjei brâssa avel eyrin.
I am very old but I can climb the hillside, with a bit of help. I use Uncle Horace's walking stick. He died a long time ago. The little boy likes being helpful - with a camera! He's picking plums, too. The plums are too sour to be eaten without sugar. I will have to stew them or make jam - that would be tasty. The plumtree is very old because the hedge is very old, older than the house, probably. The plums are not large, though they are bigger than sloes.
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