Saturday, 20 June 2026

2026 Day 171

2026 Dedh Cans Trei Ügens hag Üdnek









De Sadorn, ügensves mis Efen
Saturday, 20th June









Devedhys ew an diwettha dedh arwòdh an Zodiak "An Gevellyon". Avorow a vedh kensa dedh an nessa arwòdh "An Crang" po "Canker". Da ew genam tedna. En termyn eus passyes my a dowlas dewdhek desîn rag calander zodiak. Nag ew oll an spellyansow ûsys lebmyn (nag ens FSS). E'n henwhedhel, an "gevellyon" a veu mebyon - breder, bes my a dednas "gevellesow (mowesy ~ mosy)" - horydh!


The last day has arrived of the sign of the Zodiac "Gemini, The Twins". Tomorrow will be the first day of the next sign "The Crab" or "Cancer". I like drawing. In the past I planned twelve designs for a zodiac calendar. The spellings are not all used now (they're not SWF). In the legend, the "twins" were boys - brothers, but I drew "girl twins" - sisters!

Friday, 19 June 2026

2026 Day 170

2026 Dedh Cans Trei Ügens ha Deg















De Gwener, nawnjegves mis Efen
Friday, 19th June










Hav a-varr ew ha ma mellyon gwydn et agan glesin. An gwenen gwyls a'n car. Nag eus kevys genam mellyonen beder del whath, bes ma nebes scavellow cronek pur vian emesk an flourys. Nag ens ûs veth dhe wenenen. Ma avalow rüdh bian codhys dhe'n dor dadn wedhen yonk. An avalow gerys e'n wedhen a vedh brâssa ha gwell e'n kidnyadh. Saw nag ew hobma ow gwelha avalen.
















It is early summer and there is white clover in our lawn. The wild bees love it. I haven't found a four-leaved clover yet, but there are some very small toadstools among the flowers. They are no use to a bee. There are little red apples fallen to the ground under a young tree. The apples left in the tree will be bigger and better in the autumn. But this is not my best apple tree.

















Thursday, 18 June 2026

2026 Day 169

2026 Dedh Cans Trei Ügens ha Naw















De Yow, etegves mis Efen
Thursday, 18th June

Skith (sqwith) o vy. Class Kernôwek e'n mettyn, clojy gen ow gour e'n dohajedh, Yeth an Werin Kernôwek e'n gordhûher, sewyes gen redyans a "Flehes an Henshorn".
I'm tired. A Cornish class in the morning, hospital with my husband in the afternoon, a Cornish Yeth an Werin (language of the people) in the evening, followed by a reading of "The Railway Children".

Wednesday, 17 June 2026

2026 Day 168

2026 Dedh Cans Trei Ügens hag Eth













De Merher, seytegves mis Efen
Wednesday, 17th June











Ma nebes geryow gen son kehaval. Anjei alja bos kemyskys, rag sampel "edhen" ha "edhyn" ha "eythin" ha "idhyowen". Ma odhom dhen a golm tavas!
There are some words with a similar sound. They could be confused, for example "edhen" (bird) and "edhyn" (birds) and "eythin" (gorse) and "idhyowen" (ivy bush). We need a tongue twister.

Ema üdn edhen e'n idhyowen ma. Eus edhyn en eythin na?
There is one bird in this ivy bush. Are there any birds in that gorse.

Tuesday, 16 June 2026

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.















Monday, 15 June 2026

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.

Sunday, 14 June 2026

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!