Dew Cansves
Dedh Pajer Ügens ha Seyth
De Lün, pemdhegves
mis Hedra.
Monday,
15th October.
Da ew genam kesten. Thens o
know an moyha kerys. Ma gwedhen kesten reb an vorr (fordh). Codhys ew an del
gen an gwens, ha codhys ew nebes plisk – saw gwag po glas ens. Res ew dhebm gòrtos
rag kesten e’n shoppas. Bes gwrewgh gòrtos! Pandr’ew hebma? Soweth, na ellama y
dhebry – conker ew, teg, gell ha lentrüs, dadn wedhen kesten margh. Nag ew an
del kehaval.
I like chestnuts. They are my favourite nuts. There
is a chestnut tree by the road. The leaves have fallen with the wind, and some
husks have fallen – but they are empty or unripe. I must wait for chestnuts in
the shops. But wait! What is this? Sadly, I can’t eat it – it’s a conker,
beautiful, brown and shiny, under a horse chestnut tree. The leaves are not the
same.
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