Monday, 15 October 2018

A Year of Late Cornish Day 287


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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