Dedh Dogens ha Pemp
De Yow, pajerdegves mis Whevrel
Thursday, 14th February
Me a gerdhas pelder hir gen ow hei bian, war venedh dhe’n gwelyow a-wartha. Thera an howl ow spladna ha blou teg o an mor ha'n eborn. Pur leyjek o an lergh – calish rag garrow cott an kei. Na veu vy mar lowen pa wrüga vy dos chei. Res veu dhebm palas bedh rag ow hei brâs. Hei a verwas e’n nos – tremena cosel ha teg en còsk. Diw gentrevoges a dheuth gen aga falyow rag gweres dhebm palas hujes toll. E veu calish dhe dhegy an kei poos war vena. Nei a’s gorheras gen gweres. Me a vedn gonis gwedhen avalow ena. Ma nebes bestas marow encledhys ena solabres.
I walked a long way with my little dog, up to the top fields. The sun was shining and the sea and sky were a beautiful blue. The track was very muddy – hard for the dog’s short legs. I was not so happy when I came home. I had to dig a grave for my big dog. She died in the night – passed away peacefully in sleep. Two neighbours came with their spades to help me dig a huge hole. It was hard to carry the heavy dog up the hill. We covered her over with earth. I want to plant an apple tree there. There are several dead animals buried there already.
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