2019 Day 24

Dedh Pajar warn Ügens

De Yow, pajwora warn ügens mis Genver

Thursday, 24^th January

Me a welas an mor en pelder en mettin avarr. Pehên liw ew hebma? Me ell lavaral “Glas ew an mor”. Bes pan vaner glas eth ewa? Reb an ebòrn thew an mor loos tewl, an keth liw ha killas, bes reb an tir thew ev gwydn ogasty. Na aljama gweles todnow veth. Moy diwettha, hanter dedh, me a veu reb an mor o honan. Otta an trolergh. Ma meur a atal warnodho. Nanj ew peder nos e veu gorloor vrâs (vroas). Tho an Loor hy nessa dhe’n Norves, ha gen loor vrâs ha nessa ma mortîd brâs ha ûhel. Ha gen mortîd pur ûhel ma puppres atal - predn ha gòbmon ha cregyn ha plastyk. Terweythyow ma puskes marow. Bes en dohajedh me a welas bownans nowydh; en pras davas a wrüg omdhon namnygen.

I saw the sea in the distance in the early morning. What type of colour is this? I can say “The sea is blue/grey/green”. But what kind of blue/grey/green is it? By the sky the sea is dark grey, the same colour as slate, but by the land it is almost white. I couldn’t see any waves. Later, at midday, I was by the sea myself. Look at the footpath. There is a lot of rubbish on it. Four nights ago there was a big supermoon. The Moon was its nearest to the Earth, and with a big near moon there is a big high tide. With a very high tide there is always rubbish – wood and seaweed and shells and plastic. Sometimes there are dead fish. But in the afternoon I saw new life; in a meadow a sheep had just given birth.