2019 Day 109

Dedh Cans ha Naw

De Gwener, nawnjegves mis Ebrel

Friday, 19^th April 

Me a welas an loor newher òja hanter nos. Rag fra veu vy pur dhifün e’n termyn na? Clav o vy, gen cleves virusek – me a whejas. An loor a vedh leun haneth en nos, òja hanter nos. “Loor Gwydnrüdh (Kigliw)” henwys ew hei. (Na wora vy rag fra!)  An foto ma a veu kemerys e'n vledhen eus passyes. Hedhyw ew De Gwener an Grows, dedh pur sans. Warlergh an vorrow coth torthellow crows tòbm ew debrys hedhyw, saw nag eus dhebm ewl boos. Thens spîsyes ha ma corrants ha sultanas ettans.  Ma crows ow tisqwedhas an grows Jesus, an spîs ew rag an spîsys gorrys war y gorf ha, martesen, ma’n corrants ow tisqwedhas an kentrow war an grows. Arhadow Matêrnes Elisabeth a leveras na alja anjei bos debrys bes en Nadelik, Pask hag encledhyasow. Re Gatholyk o anjei rag matêrnes Protestant. Ma rim coth rag flehes. Piw a vedn y dreylya?   

I saw the moon last night after midnight. Why was I wide awake at that time? I am sick, with a viral infection – I vomited. The moon will be full tonight, after midnight. It’s called a “Pink Moon”.  (I don’t know why!) This photo was taken last year. Today is Good Friday (Friday of the Cross), a very holy day. Traditionally hot cross buns are eaten today, but I have no appetite. They are spicy and have currants or sultanas in them. A cross shows the cross of Jesus, the spice is for the spices put on his body and, perhaps, the currants represent the nails on the cross. A decree of Queen Elizabeth I said that they could only be eaten at Christmas, Easter and funerals. They were too Catholic for a Protestant queen. There is an old children’s rhyme. Who will translate it?

2019 Day 108

Dedh Cans hag Eth

De Yow, ethdegves mis Ebrel

Thursday, 18^th April

 Reb an treven ogas dhe'n savla tren en Truru nei ell gweles trei bleyn en topp Peneglos Truro. Mowns ow qwarthevya an cita. An derevyans a dhallathas en mil eth cans ha pajar ugens (e'n rayn Matêrnes Victoria) ha gorfednys veu en mil naw cans ha deg (e'n rayn Matêrn Edward VII). Ha pandr'ew hebma? Ewa castel? Ma va ogas dhe Stret Castel. Nag ew castel, ken ma semblans dhodho a gastel en topp menedh. Cort an Vatêrnes  ew, cortys a laha rag Kernow. Gorfednys ew hei en mil naw cans eth ha pajar ugens. Dhort taclow bras dhe dra vian - grewgh mires orth an wenenen vlewek ma! Cargys ew hei gen bleus flourys an gùckous Spaynek, rag hedna thew hei pur syger . 

By the houses near the train station in Truro we can see three points at the top of Truro Cathedral. They dominate the city. The building began in 1880 (in the reign of Queen Victoria) and was finished in 1910 (in the reign of King Edward VII). And what is this? Is it a castle? It is near Castle Street. It is not a castle, though it looks like a castle on top of a hill. It's the Queen's Court, law courts for Cornwall. It was finished in 1988. From big things to a small thing - look at this bumblebee. It's loaded with pollen of the Spanish bluebells, so it is very slow.

2019 Day 107

Dedh Cans ha Seyth

De Merher, seythdegves mis Ebrel

Wednesday, 17^th April

Nag era vy nefra mos en telher veth heb ow hamera, saw nag era vy ow fotograffa pub tra. E'n mettin me a wolhas lien gwily ha dilhas moy - heb fotos! E''n dohajedh nei a dhystryppyas an trampolin shyndys ha diantel - heb fotos magata. E'n gorthewher me a gerras dhe'n savla buss, me a gemeras an buss Truru, me eth dhe'n bagas art vy hag oja hedna me eth dhe radnjy ow mergh wydn - ha me a fotograffas lies tra. Me a verkyas plans nowydh reb an vorr - ew hebma pendûen, martesen? E veu areth dhe les adro dhe solar art ha gwithty en Pensans (en Chei Penlee). Ma ogas dhe ugens mil foto e'n cùntelyans. Ma hebma ow tisqwedhes bagas a  antiqwerys ow mires orth Men-an-Tol. "Müscogyon hag aga fysycyans" emedh nebonan a'n keth termyn! Ha gwel teg a Beneglos Truru kens gwely.

I never go anywhere without my camera, but I don't photograph everything. In the morning I washed more bed linen and clothes - without photos! In the afternoon we dismantled the damaged  and dangerous trampoline - also without photos. In the evening I walked to the bus stop, I took the Truro bus, I went to my art group and after that I went to my granddaughter's flat - and I photographed lots of things. I noticed a new plant by the road - is this reed-mace, perhaps? There was an interesting talk about an art gallery and museum in Penzance (in Penlee House). There are nearly twenty thousand photos in the collection. This one shows a group of antiquaries looking at Men-an-Tol (the stone with the hole). "Lunatics and their physicians" said someone at the time. And a lovely view of Truro Cathedral before bed. 

2019 Day 106

Dedh Cans ha Whegh

De Meurth, whetegves mis Ebrel

Tuesday, 16^th April

Hedhyw me a veu meteth chei, medhyores, golheres ha coges! Devedhys chei oma oja pednseythen brav hag ow mergh wydn ha'y baby whath obma. Clav ens, hag ow gour vy ewedh. Ma'n ehes da vy dhebm whath. Etho, thera odhom dhebm a wil lies ehen a whel. Nag eus whans dhe ow clevyon bes a voos sempel - tettys ha reys. Esy! Termyn moy, dhanna, dhe golhy lies lien gwily, towelys ha dilhas baby. E'n gwelha pres thera howl hedhyw (an gewer a veu pur leb de). Me alja gordha ow lowarth teg leun a vrially ha me ow cregy mes an dilhas golhys.

Today I was house maid, nurse, washer-woman and cook! I have come home after a great weekend and my granddaughter and her baby are still here. They are ill, and my husband as well. I still have my good health. So, I had to do many kinds of work. My patients only wanted simple food - potatoes and rice. Easy! More time, then, to wash lots of sheets, towels and baby clothes. Fortunately there was sun today (the weather yesterday was very wet). I could admire my beautiful garden full of primroses as I was hanging out the washed clothes.

2019 Day 105

Dedh Cans ha Pemp

De Lün, pemdhegves mis Ebrel

Monday, 15^th April

Ew re a hireth tra dhiantel? Ewa tybyans da dh’omwelas war deleryow coth arta? Ew floholeth tiredh hüdel a dalvia gortos e’n termyn eus passyes? Me eth de dhe üdn telher ow floholeth ow honan. Pur deg ew whath, bes behatna ew, me a hevel, ha ma sür kerry moy es nanj ew trei ügens bledhen. Me re veu en nebes bagasow e’n odyans – ha omdednys ew hedna. E veu kensa scol gen trei class – ha degëys ew hedna lebmyn. Nag eus flehes lowr e’n treveglos.  Re ger ew rag ow hothmans coth ha’ga theylû dhe vos trigys ena. E’n eur-ma thew an scol, chei an bedndescadores, chei medhyores an cost ha whath an gwithty bian oll treylyes dhe dreven prevedh. Oll an flehes e’n treveglos a wrüg gwary e’n gover reb an pons. Nei alja trovya pajerpawes ha oll sortow bestas bian.  Saw otta an gover lebmyn! Pe le ma an dowr?  Sehys ew an gover, nag eus dowr veth. Badna veth. Ha nag eus flehes ow qwary naneyl. Ha cothmans coth? Coth ens, pur goth!

     

Is too much nostalgia a dangerous thing? Is it a good idea to revisit old haunts? Is childhood an enchanted domain that should remain in the past? Yesterday I went to one place of my own childhood. It is still very beautiful, but it is smaller, it seems to me, and there are surely more cars than sixty years ago. I had been in several groups in the village hall – and that has shrunk. There was a primary school with three classes – and that has closed now. There are not enough children in the village. It is too expensive for my old friends and their families to live there. Nowadays the school, the headmistress’s house, the district nurse’s house and even the little museum are all converted into private houses. All the children in the village played in the brook by the bridge. We found newts and all sorts of little animals. But look at the brook now. Where is the water? The brook is dried up, there’s no water at all. Not a drop. And neither are there any children playing. And old friends? They are old, very old!

2019 Day 104

Dedh Cans ha Pajar

De Sül, pajardegves mis Ebrel

Sunday, 14^th April

Pana jorna spladn! Nei a gawas coffy gen agan mab hag y deylu. Whans veu dhe'n maw bian ma degy gwedrow howl y das. Thew ev maw melyn y vlew bes y vroder ew pedn du. Oja hedna nei eth dhe'n gool agan cowetha. Demedhys ens dres hanter cans bledhen. Jacqui a wras an desen hy honan. Delicyous dhe dhebry o hei ha pur deg, owriek ha gwydn hy rew wheg. An kefewy a veu en Hambleden. A wruga whei gweles an fylm coth "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang"? Martesen whei alja perhy co an stret ma etto. 

What a spendid day! We had coffee with our son and his family. This little boy wanted to wear his father's sunglasses. He is a boy with blond hair but his brother is a brunet. After that we went to our friends' celebration. They have been married for fifty years. Jacqui made the cake herself. It was delicious to eat and very pretty, with golden and white icing. The party was in Hambleden. Did you see the old film "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang"? Perhaps you could remember this street in it. 

  

2019 Day 103

Dedh Cans ha Trei

De Sadorn, terdhegves mis Ebrel

Saturday, 13^th April

Eneth arta res veu dhebm tremena Dowr Tamar.  Ow gour ha me a wra bos ogas dhe dhowr aral - an Dowr Tamys.  Thera nei owth omweles war ow noyth en Pow an Sowson.  Avorow, e'n mettin, nei a wra metya gen agan mab, y wreg hag aga gevellyon. Nei a vedn cawas coffy reb Dowr Tamys en Henley. Ena nei a vedn mos dhe gefewy en Hambleden. Treveglos pur deg ew hedna, usyes avel telher en lies fylm. Ma lever da, treylyes gen Nicholas Williams, henwys "Tredden in Scath (Heb Gwil Mencyon a'n Ky)". Thew Dowr Tamys ha Henley ha Hambleden complys e'n lever ma. Me a dremenas nebes bledhednow ena termyn me a veu mos. Mall ew genam aga gweles arta. Bes en dohajedh ma otta nei en Finchampstead emesk lies gwedhen coth bras. Nei a visityas ow broder wheg - bloodh ev ew pagar ugens ha seytek. Nei a gemeras côn en tavern. Pur exotek  veu ow boos!

Once again I had to cross the River Tamar. My husband and I will be near another river - the River Thames. We are visiting my niece in England. Tomorrow, in the morning, we are going to meet our son, his wife and their twins. We will have coffee by the River Thames in Henley. Then we will go to a party in Hambleden. That is a very pretty village, used as a location in many films. There is a good book, translated by Nicholas Williams, called "Three Men in a Boat (Not to Mention the Dog)". The River Thames and Henley and Hambleden are mentioned in this book. I spent several years there when I was a girl. I am eager to see them again. But this afternoon here we are in Finchampstead among a lot of big old trees. We visited my brother-in-law - he's 97 years old. We had supper in an inn. My food was very exotic!