2026 Dedh Cans Pajar Ügens ha Dewdhek
De Sadorn, üdnegves mis Gorefen
Saturday, 11th July
Saturday, 11th July
Naw ar glogh my a dhallathas ow viaj dhe Falmeth rag cuntelyan gen cowetha. Solabres, tòbm o hei. Thera mir mystical dhe Ker Kif ha my a wrüg gòrtos buss. Thera bohes niwl war an mor ewedh, awos an tòbmder. Ma'n caplys power ow pagla - ystydnys ens. Whath ew possybyl rag edhyn dhe sedha war an caplys baglys. Rag fra ma pegebmys? Pandr'üjens ow kil? Thera anjei ena termyn my a dheuth tre hanter wòja pajar. Ma wel da dhodhans. Üjens ow colyas?
At nine o'clock I began my journey for a meeting with friends. It was already hot. Caer Kief looked mysterious as I waited for a bus. There is slight haze on the sea too, because of the heat. The power lines are sagging - they have expanded. It is still possible for birds to sit on the sagging cables. Why are there so many? What are they doing? They were also there when I came home at half past four. They have a good view. Are they keeping watch?
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