2026 Day 167

2026 Dedh Cans Trei Ügens ha Seyth

De Meurth, whetegves mis Efen
Tuesday, 16th June

Hedhyw, thera vy ow mires orth taclow bian e'n lowarth. Taclow brâs ew moy apert, bes my a res whilas an taclow bian. Ma frûtys an hav - sevy, ow tevy war ladn. Bohes ew arves, saw an brâssa radn ew bohes arves. Mor cala gonedhys a via brâssa. Ma enevales bian cüdhys et ow lowarth. Nag eus cog veth, bes otta trefyas an gog! Ma leslôwen dadn an scroff, ow tebry sugen an idhyow. Nag ew an bulhorn ma, war redenen (tavas a'n carow), gwithys gen scroff. Ma crogen dhodho. Eus neppeth aral e'n toll ma en gladn? Neppeth bew? Re vrâs ew an toll rag gwenenen wyls. Re vian ew rag cònin. Martesen ma knithvil vian etto.

Today, I am looking at small things in the garden. Big things are more obvious, but I must look for the small things. There are the summer fruits - wild strawberries, growing on a bank. A few are ripe, but most are unripe. Cultivated strawberries would be bigger. There are little animals hidden in my garden. There aren't any cuckoos, but here is cuckoo spit! There is a plant bug under the froth, eating the ivy's sap. This snail, on a fern (hart's tongue), is not protected by froth. It has a shell. Is there something else in this hole in a bank? Something alive? The hole is too big for a wild bee. It is too small for a rabbit. Perhaps there is a small rodent in it.

2026 Day 166

2026 Dedh Cans Trei Ügens ha Whegh

De Lün, pemdhegves mis Efen 

Monday, 15th June

Skith o vy arta, etho nag eus dhebm bes colm tavas gocky rago whei!

I'm tired again, so I've only got a silly tongue twister for you!

COLM TAVAS G

De Gwener, gever gorm a guntellas gwels

en glesin gweljek glas 

en Goon Gompes gwenjek.

Mis Genver ew gwell gen Gorownter Gregor

rag gwary golf.

Gellys ew Gonet gordhûher, 

gen hy gonhelhy ha hy gever gwydn.

Hei a gollas hy gweljow gocky.

On Friday, brown goats collected grass

in a green grassy lawn 

in windy Goon Gumpas (“level down”)

Great-Uncle Gregor prefers January 

for playing golf.

Gonet is gone in the evening, 

with her pony and her white goats.

She lost her silly scissors.

2026 Day 165

2026 Dedh Cans Trei Ügens ha Pemp

De Sül, pajardegves mis Efen
Sunday, 14th June

De, my a veu pur vesy, etho hedhyw skith o vy. Theram ow tremena dedh hebask ha cosel, heb strivya. My ell scrifa heb bos berr-anal. Martesen, my a wra scrifa lies colm tavas moy. Ma caletter dhebm gen "G", etho otta colm tavas H.

Yesterday, I was very busy, so today I am tired. I am passing a peaceful and quiet day, without exertion. I can write without being breathless. Perhaps, I'll write a lot more tongue-twisters. I have a problem with "G", so here is tongue- twister H.

COLM TAVAS H

Honn ew Hager Helga, helhores (helghores).

Hunkyn ew hy hei hir.

Ha ma Hunkyn, helgy Goon Helhy, 

ow helhy (helghy) gen Hecka an helhor,  

gwiskys en hevys, hatt ha helghwisk.

Hedhyw thew 'ga helgh rag hedh ergh,

saw nag eus bes heyjy 

war heyl en mis Hedra.

Hebask ew hal ha heyl, 

etho na wra harha, a Hunkyn!  

This is Horrible Helga, a huntress.

Humphrey is her greyhound.

And Humphrey, a Goonhilly Downs hunting

dog,

hunts with Dick the hunter,

clad in a shirt, hat and hunting gear.

Today their hunt is for reindeer,

though there are only ducks 

on the estuary in October.

Boggy moor and estuary are peaceful, 

so don't bark, Humphrey! 

 

2026 Day 164

2026 Dedh Cans Trei Ügens ha Pajar

De Sadorn, terdhegves mis Efen

Saturday, 13th June

Hedhyw my eth mes! "Farwell" dhe als noor, mordarth ha keryow, ha "Dedh da" dhe als sooth, aber ha scathow! En kensa my eth dhe Ewny Redrudh, ha wòja hedna dhe Aberfala ha Penrynn. Pur vesy o pub tre, gen Dedh Murdoch ha Gool Canow Marner. Thera jynnys eth en Redrudh ha morladron en pub le.

I went out today! "Farewell" to north coast, surf and hillforts, and "Hello" to south coast, estuary and boats! First I went to Redruth, and after that to Falmouth and Penryn. Every town was very busy, with Murdoch Day and a Sea Shanty Festival. There were steam engines in Redruth and pirates everywhere.

2026 Day 163

2026 Dedh Cans Trei Ügens ha Trei

De Gwener, dewdhegves mis Efen

Friday, 12th June

COLM TAVAS F

An flehes für a fias dhe’n fo 

en forest faw famos

gen fav Frenk ha frûtys 

en frayl. Na fors!

Ficher feryek a forsakyas y flogh 

ha fistena e'n ferla 

gen fardel a füg-flourys 

ha funen fin. 

Tongue Twister F

The wise children ran away

in a famous beech forest

with French beans and fruits

in a shopping bag. No matter!

An inquisitive ferret left his child

and hurried into the fairground

with a parcel of artificial flowers

and a fine ribbon.

2026 Day 162

2026 Dedh Cans Trei Ügens ha Dew

De Yow, üdnegves mis Efen
Thursday, 11th June

COLM TAVAS E

Euthvil efarnek 

era e’n eglos Sent Eler.

Eskerens eglosyow ew euthviles.

Thera elergh, edhen engrys, ena ewedh.

Eskerens euthviles ew elerhy.

El Ebbet, 

eseles eledh an ebòrn nev,

ha Effrem, Epscop Caresk, 

eth en Sent Eler ewedh,

dhe dowla an euthvil efarnek mes a'n eglos

ha dh'y exilya en Efarn arta.

Nena an el eth tre dhe'n ebòrn,

an epscop eth kerdh dhe beneglos Caresk

ha’n elergh eth dhe Elerhy.

A hellish monster 

was in the church in St Hilary.

Monsters are enemies of churches.

There was a swan, an angry bird, there too.

Swans are enemies of monsters.

Angel Elizabeth, 

a member of the angels of the firmament,

and Ephraim, Bishop of Exeter,

went to St Hilary as well,

to cast the hellish monster out of the church

and to exile it in Hell again.

Then the angel went back to the sky,

the bishop went away to Exeter Cathedral

and the swan went to Veryan.

 

2026 Day 161

2026 Dedh Cans Trei Ügens hag Onan

De Merher, degves mis Efen
Wednesday, 10th June

Theram ow mos rag gen colmow tavas. Vorr pur dha ens rag omassaya cows heb hockya.

I'm carrying on with tongue twisters. They are a very good way for practising speaking without hesitation.

Colm Tavas D

Deg ha dewgens davas dû drog dhort Dewnan a dheuth dredh daras dûwer en Dowr Dû ha debry del dar ha dens lew e’n dûder. Debrys veu an deves dû de.

Tongue Twister D

Fifty naughty black sheep from Devon came through a dark green door in Blackwater and ate oak leaves and dandelions in the darkness. The black sheep were eaten yesterday.