Dedh Dew Cans Dewdhek warn Ügens
De Meurth, ügensves mis Est
Tuesday, 20th August
Yonkneth ha tecter et o lowarth; tüs yonk a dheuth hag anjei a gavas best münys. Nag ew da genam linas – anjei ell piga. Bes thens boos moyha kerys nebes preves del. Otta prev del rüdh ha dû – flogh ew tycky Duw rüdh ha dû, henn ew tycky Duw mantel rüdh. Nag eus bes onan, soweth. Ma'n prev war dhelen linas; nag üjy va gwil traveth saw debry. An flehes ew môy nerthek. Da ew gans an vos vian lebmel war drampolin bian.
Bes otta nebes arvow – thens rag an vebyon. Da ew ganjans pònya oll adro dhe'n lowarth – ha tedna pelednow spoum an eyl ort y gila.
Ma 'ga dama o pònya ewedh, ha ma'n vos vian o faynya bos tigres. Calish ew gwariow war bedndowlin. Anjei a vedn dos arta avorow!
Youthfulness and beauty in my garden; young people came and they found a little beast. I don't like nettles – they can sting. But they are a favourite food of some caterpillars. Here's a red and black caterpillar – it's the child of a red and black butterfly, that is a red admiral butterfly. There's only one, sadly. The caterpillar is on a nettle leaf; it's not doing anything but eat. The children are more energetic. The little girl likes jumping on a little trampoline. But here are some weapons – they are for the boys. They like to run all round the garden – and to shoot foam bullets at one another. Their mother runs as well, and the little girl pretends to be a tigress. Games are hard on knees. They will come again tomorrow.
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