2025 Dedh Cans ha Pajar
De Lün, pajardegves mis Ebrel
Monday, 14th April
Hemm ew an sêson rag coges. Anjei a dal dos ha nei a dal aga clowes en keow ha cosow. Bes nag eus clowys genam tra veth. My a welas scavyligyon reb an vôwnder. My a redyas neppeth e'n paper nowodhow - devedhys ew an sêson gòcky, gen an kensa havyjy. An mortid ew nakevys gen nebonan - sedhys ew aga harr. Ma Barry gen bûal ow seny "An Diwettha Soodh"! Didhanys ew an düs pluw.
This is the season for cuckoos. They should come and we should hear them in hedges and woods. But I haven't heard a thing. I saw cuckoo pint by the lane. I read something in the newspaper - the silly season has arrived, with the first summer visitors. Someone has forgotten the tide - their car is submerged. Barry with a bugle is sounding "The Last Post"! The locals are amused.
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