De Sül, dewdhegves mis Gorefen
Sunday, 12th July
Sunday, 12th July
En termyn eus passyes, pur, pur hir alebma, martesen ügens mil bledhen, thera Oos Yey. Tho an brâssa radn an Enesow Bretednek, saw na Kernow, cüdhys en yey down. Kernow o pur yeyn ha garow, heb gwedh, pecar'a Alaska po Siberia hedhyw e'n jedh. An yey a omdednas. Thera tüs, wotiwedh. Fatel alja anjei trouvya aga vorr (fordh) adro? Nag era "SatNav" dhodhans. Thera badnyow, nebes ardhow, tir ûhel (saw na pecar'a Ûheldir an Alban). Gwelys ens rag mildiryow ha mildiryow oll adro. Mons ow qweres dhe'n düs cavas aga thûyow. Terweythyow keryow (po meyn cov) a veu derevys warnodhans. Ha lebmyn ma gwedh lowr. Lebmyn ma henwyn dhe'n breow ma: Carn Bre, Carn Breanek, Ker Kif.
Once upon a time, very, very long ago, perhaps twenty thousand years. there was an Ice Age. The greater part of the British Isles, though not Cornwall, was covered in deep ice. Cornwall was very cold and harsh, without trees, like Alaska or Siberia nowadays. The ice retreated. There were people eventually. How could they find their way around? They didn't have "SatNav". There were prominences, some eminences (high places), high land (not like the Scottish Highlands). They are seen for miles and miles all around. They help people get their bearings. Sometimes, hill forts (or monuments) were built on them. And now there are plenty of trees. Now these hills have names: Carn Brea (hill tor), St Agnes Beacon (tor at St Agnes), Caer Kief (treestump fort) .







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