2019 Day 98

Dedh Pajar Ügens hag Etek

De Lün, ethves mis Ebrel

Monday, 8^th April 

Nag eus flogh veth oll en scol hedhyw, drefen bos degolyow. E’n mettin me eth dhe savla kyttrin en Ty war’n Heyl rag bos dhe Truru. Thera whans dhebm a weles ow mergh wydn ha’y mab. Thera tüs war an treth solabres. Parys veu nebes anodhans dhe vordartha. Devedhys tre o vy e’n dohajedh ha thera tüs whath moy war an treth. Da ew genam ow herdh der an vorr (fordh), reb an gwelyow ha’n cojow (cosow), dres an trei horr (hordh). Bettegens, ogas dhe’n chei nag o mar blesont. Thera drog vlas e’n ayr – thera an tiek ow spredya teyl war y welyow war dopp an menedh. Na wrüga vy y weles, saw ow scovornow alja clowes y dractor (jynn tedna) hag ow frigow (dewfrig) alja clowes an blas.   

There are no children at all in school today, beause it’s the holidays. In the morning I went to the bus stop in Perranporth to go to Truro. I wanted to see my granddaughter and her son. There were already people on the beach. Some of them were ready to surf. I came home in the afternoon and there were even more people on the beach. I like my walk along the road, by the fields and the woods, past the three rams. However, near the house it wasn’t so pleasant. There was a nasty smell in the air – the farmer was muck-spreading on his fields at the top of the hill. I didn’t see him but my ears could hear his tractor and my nostrils (nose) could smell the stink.