Trei Hansves
Dedh ha Pemp
De Gwener,
nessa mis Dû.
Friday,
2nd November
E veu jorna hir dhebm hedhyw.
Me a welas howldrevel gen cobmol rüdh ha me o kerdhes dres Cocks, ha me a welas
howlsedhes gen cobmol rüdh moy dhort an kyttrin ogas dhe Redrudh. Hanter dedh
me a veu en Porth Ia. Otta vy e’n solar art, en Leverva Art Bristol, leverva
pur vian. Broasder own ew rag trog. Ma dhedhy carigel rüdh hy honan. Thew an leveryades artidhes. Hei a wrüg maylya oll an
levrow gen dorn ha thew an exposicyon gwrithyans.
Esel o vy a’n leverva ma lebmyn. Soweth, nag eus lever veth e’n tavas Kernôwek
whath. Res ew dhebm scrifa onan rag hei (rycthy).
I had a long day today. I saw sunrise with red
clouds as I walked through Cocks, and I saw sunset with more red clouds from
the bus near Redruth. At midday I was in St Ives. Here I am in the art gallery,
in the Bristol Art Library, a very small library. It’s the right size for a
suitcase. It has its own red trolley. The librarian is an artist. She has bound
all the books by hand and the exhibition is a performance. I am now a member of
this library. Sadly, there’s not a single Cornish language book yet. I must
write one for her!
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