De Gwener, pajwora mis Gwedngala
Friday, 4th September
Friday, 4th September
Skith o vy, sqwith marow e'n mettin ha treylys moy sqwith dres an jorna. Da via genam còsca moy. My a venja còsca lebmyn bès, et y le, theram ow scrifa ha agenny (egery an ganow pur ledan). Ma'n kei ow renky. Nag era vy ow renky, ma esperans dhebm. Martesen my a dal gwavy! Na wrüga vy gweles an eskelly-grehednas haneth. Pana dermyn a vedn anjei còsca?
I am tired, dead tired in the morning and become more tired though the day. I'd like to sleep more. I'd like to sleep now but, instead, I am writing and yawning (opening the mouth very wide). The dog is snoring. I don't snore, I hope. Perhaps I ought to hibernate. I didn't see the bats tonight. When will they sleep?


















