A Year of Late Cornish Day 272

Dew Cansves Dedh Trei Ügens ha Dewdhek

De Sül ew, an degves dedh warn ügens a vis Gwedngala.

It’s Sunday, the 30^th day of September.

 Hedhyw thew an diwettha dedh an mis ma, an mis a gala gwydn. Avorow, an nessa mis kidnyadh a wra dalla. Gellys lebmyn ew oll an gala gwydn, trehys ew oll an gora. Gwithys ens rag boos bestas dres an gwav. Eus das wora teg oll adro an powdir ha garthow bargen tir? Nag eus. Ma hûjes pusornow, maylys en plastek dû. Na via whans dhe Monet dhe liwya an re ma!

It’s the last day of this month today, the month of white straw. Tomorrow, the second autumn month will begin. All the white straw is gone now, all the hay is cut. They are stored for animal food through the winter. Are there beautiful haystacks all round the countryside and farmyards? No. There are huge bales, wrapped in black plastic. Monet would not want to paint these!