Dedh Eth
De Meurth,
ethves mis Genver
Tuesday,
8th January
Lies tra
ew dhe vos gwelys reb vorr (fordh) po trolergh, po dhorto. Hir ha divers ew an
vorr dhort an savla kyttrin dhe chei vy. E’n eur-ma ema lies flour alan wheg,
gen sawarn pecar’a vanilla, war ladnow. (Whenn ens, saw wheg na whath.) Nag eus
trolergh veth reb radn an vorr, ha nag ew possybyl dhe gerdhes war an ladn.
Etho res ew pòrres kerdhes e’n vorr. Terweythyow ma carr war an trolergh, ha ma
odhom a gerdhes e’n vorr e’n eur-na ewedh.
Many
things are to be seen by a road or footpath, or from it. The way from the bus stop
to my house is long and varied. At the moment there are many sweet coltsfoot
flowers, with a scent like vanilla, on verges. (They are weeds, but sweet
nevertheless.) There is no footpath at all by part of the road, and it is not
possible to walk on the verge. So it is essential to walk in the road.
Sometimes there is a car on the footpath, and one needs to walk on the road
then as well.
Òja lies
dedh loos, an ebron a gleryas nebes e’n dohajedh ma, ken howlsedhes, ha me alja
gweles golowder howl teg en sooth-west.
After
many grey days, the sky cleared slightly this afternoon, before sunset, and I
could see beautiful sunlight in the southwest.
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