Dedh Dew Cans hag Onan
Saturday, 20th July
Pur ûhel o lev an mor a-varr e'n mettin-ma. Pur loos o pub tra – an mor ha'n commol. Nag era bes snid ydn a nev blou. Nag era meur a dreth drefen bos morlanow. Re a-varr o rag morplaynyers ha gwithyjy treth. An jedh a wrüg gwelha ha moy diwedhes en Porthia thera an howl o spladna – pur vlou o an mor ha'n eborn. Thera lies morplaynyer – tüs yonk o tesky derag an soler art brâs. Da ew genam an Tate – an form mes ha chei, keffres ha'n art. Ha ma gwelow teg an als a-dhor an soler.
The voice of the sea was very loud early this morning. Everything was very grey – the sea and the clouds. There was only a narrow ribbon of blue heaven. There wasn't a lot of beach because it was high-water. It was too early for surfers and beach-guards. The day improved and later in St Ives the sun was shining. The sea and the sky were very blue. There were lots of surfers – young people learning in front of the big art gallery. I like the Tate – the structure outside and in, as well as the art. And there are lovely views of the coast from the gallery.
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