Thursday, 13 August 2020

2020 Day 226

2020 Dedh Dew Cans Whegh warn Ügens



















De Yow, terdhegves mis Est

Thursday, 13th August 




















Ma trei mis en hav: Efen, Gorefen ha Est. Lebmyn, thera nei en cres mis Est ogastei. Etho, ma diwedh an hav ow tos nes. Ma howl spladn ha gewer dòbm war  an cost soth, saw òbma war an cost noor ma niwl pub mettin. Hedhyw a-varr nei a gerdhas war tûa Kellestek. My a gemeras ow hôta adro dhebm drefen nag o tòbm! Ma’n liwyow ow treylya e’n keow ha gwelyow. Melyn ew an wanethek. Ügens òja (wosa) naw, na aljama gweles Carn Breanek ha na aljama gweles an howl naneyl. Bes ügens dhe dheg an howl a dorras mes. Ma reden melyn keffres ha glas. Nag ew rüdh na velha an manegow rüdh – dû ens. Ma kerry war an vorr vras. E veu othom dhen a wòrtos ken tremena. Ma finweth tooth, saw ma pub hüny ow mos dres difen.




















There are three months in summer: June, July and August. Now we are almost in the middle of August. So, the end of summer is approaching. There is bright sun and hot weather on the south coast, but here on the north coast there is fog every morning. Early today we walked towards Callestick. I put my coat on because it wasn’t hot! The colours are changing in the hedges and fields. The wheatfield is yellow. At twenty past nine I couldn’t see St Agnes Beacon and I couldn’t see the sun either. But at twenty to ten the sun broke through. There is yellow bracken as well as green. The foxgloves are no longer red – they are black. There is traffic on the main road. We needed to wait for a pause before crossing. There is a speed limit but everyone disobeys orders!

 

Deg ger rag hedhyw: Ten words for today


dorras broke (preterite ) < terry to break

finweth tooth (f) speed limit

gòrtos to wait for, await

gwanethek (f) wheatfield

keffres ha as well as

kemeres adro dhe … to put on

mos dres difen to go against orders, disobey

na velha (SWFM na fella) no longer

ogastei almost

powes (m) pause, gap

tremena to cross
































Wednesday, 12 August 2020

2020 Day 225

 2020 Dedh Dew Cans Pemp warn Ügens 

De Merher, dewdhegves mis Est

Wednesday, 12th August

 

Thera othom dhebm a vedhacneth môy, etho res veu dhebm mos dhe’n vedhegva rag whithrans medhek. "Pur dha," emedham, "my ell gweles an mor." Na wrüga vy kerdhes en hons dhe growshens Melinjy a-ban dalladhvos COVID-19. Na veu an vorr pur vesy. A vedh an dre leun a havyjy? A vedh routh veur war an treth? Bes pe le ma an mor? Na ellama gweles bes niwl hag üdn kei (gen pel rüdh) ow pònya war dreth gwag. My a gnackyas war veister an vedhegva. "Otta vy òbma!" Clavjiores a egoras an daras. Nena pres veu rag musüra ow gwask gooj, ûhelder ha poos, ha kemeres sampels gooj. Ha a wra danon an sampels dhe laboratory clojy rag assay. Pandr'ew hebma en ogas? Ma chei milvedhek nowydh. Hebma o bosty (restorant) en havyow eus passyes.


I needed more medication, so I had to go to the doctor's surgery for a check-up. "Very good," I said, "I can see the sea." I hadn't walked beyond Bolingey crossroads since the beginning of COVID-19. The road wasn't very busy. Will the village be full of summer visitors? Will there be a big crowd on the beach? But where is the sea? I can only see fog and one dog (with a red ball) running on an empty beach. I knocked on the surgery window. "Here I am!" A nurse opened the door. Then it was time to measure my blood pressure, height and weight, and take blood samples. She will send the samples to a hospital laboratory for analysis. What is this nearby? There is a new vet's surgery. This was a restaurant in past summers.

 

Deg ger rag hedhyw: Ten words for today

assay (m) analysis

clavjiores (f) nurse

danon ~ danvon to send

gwask gooj ~ goos (f) blood pressure

laboratory clojy ~ clavjy (m) hospital laboratory

medhacneth ~ medhegneth (f) medicine, medication

medhegva (f) doctors’ surgery

milvedhek (m) veterinary surgeon

sampel gooj (m) blood sample

whithrans medhek (m) medical examination, check-up







Tuesday, 11 August 2020

2020 Day 224

2020 Dedh Dew Cans Pajar warn Ügens















De Meurth, üdnegves mis Est

Tuesday, 11th August
















Na alja nei kerdhes en vorr (fordh) war nans hedhyw heb lett, ha na alja nei kerdhes war vena naneyl. Thera tüs whel ow cül neppeth gen linednow fôn. Etho, nei a dreylyas a-drenewen ha kemeres trolergh tû. Ha nei a veu lowen dhe weles lies moren dhû. Nei a’s cuntellas. Nag era dhen jorna tòbm hedhyw – niwlek o an gewer. Nag era tra veth dhe vos gwelys e’n peldar. Na alja nei gweles na mor na bal. Nei a dhiscüdhas dr’ew trei chei en ogas gwerthys solabres. Pernys ens. Piw a wrüg aga ferna? A vedh kentrevogyon nowydh dhe nei – po vedh an treven rag havyjy en üdnek? Teg lowr ew onan anodhans, saw ancòmbrüs. A wra nei gweles agan kentrevogyon? Ma kentrevogyon dhe nei ow tos mes en termyn an nos. Nag era nei aga gweles.
















We couldn’t walk on the road downhill today without obstruction, and we couldn’t walk uphill either. There were workmen doing something with telephone lines. So, we turned aside and took a side path. And we were happy to see lots of blackberries. We picked them. We didn’t have a hot day today – the weather was foggy. There was nothing to be seen in the distance. We could see neither sea nor mine. We discovered that three houses nearby are sold already. They are bought. Who bought them? Shall we have new neighbours – or will the houses be only for summer visitors? One of them is rather lovely, but inconvenient. Will we see our neighbours? We have neighbours that come out at night time. We do not see them.

Deg ger rag hedhyw: Ten words for today

ancòmbrüs inconvenient

gwerthys sold

heb lett unimpeded, unobstructed,

kentrevogyon (plural) neighbours < kentrevek (m)

linen fôn (f) telephone line

pernys bought

teg lowr rather lovely

treylya a-drenewen to turn aside, swerve

trolergh tû (m) side path (using as an adjective)

tüs whel workmen

Monday, 10 August 2020

2020 Day 223

2020 Dedh Dew Cans Trei warn Ügens


De Lün, degves mis Est

Monday, 10th August

 

Piw a wrüg laul dr’o marow an tavas Kernôwek? Nag ewa marow: ma va whath oll adro dhen en henwyn telleryow. Da ew genam mappys coth – nei a wel an henwyn dres an òjow. Nei a dhesk nebes a’gan henys, dorydhieth ha dororieth. Ottòbma mappa An Scôven Horn Perran Meur. Piw a òya (wòdhya) dr’eus mar lies lôd spenys dadn an dor ogas dhe eglos Peran ha'n grows goth (reb Halwyn). Eus mappa kehaval rag cober, sten, hag erel? Nag eus whel veth na môy bes ma'n henwyn ow türya en vorrow (fordhow) po bagasow a dreven. En pelder whei ell gweles Mena Budnic ow mos reb an clubb golf ha ma treven nowydh en Hens Ramoth war an tewenyow. "Rose" ell bos gwelys ewedh. "Ros" ew tir garow, saw nag ew an tir mar "garow" lebmyn vel en termyn eus passyes! E veu lies bal henwys "wheal" (whel). En neb le e'n foto ma e veu "Reen Wollas" (rüwòles ), "Leisure" ha "Droskyn (dro+skynn?)". Ma soler brâs lebmyn war Droskyn. Ma va ow spladna e'n howl. Pres Peran Porth ew ügens münys moy dhiwedhes vel Loundres.

 


Who said that the Cornish language was dead? It isn’t dead: it is still all around us in place names. I like old maps – we see the names through the ages. We learn something of our history, geography and geology. Here’s a map of the Great Perran Iron Lode. Who knew that there are so many exhausted lodes under the ground near St Piran’s church and the old cross (by Halwyn)? Is there a similar map for copper, tin, etc.? There aren't any mines any more but the names survive in roads or groups of houses. In the distance you can see Budnic Hill going by the golf club and there are new houses in Ramoth Way on the dunes. "Rose" can be seen too. "Ros" is rough land, but the ground is not as rough today as in the past. There were lots of mines called "Wheal" (workings). Somewhere in this photo there were "Bottom Hill Slope", "Leisure" and  "?Around and ascending/descending?" There's a large sundial now on Droskyn. It shines in the sun. Perranporth time is 20 minutes later than London.

 

Deg ger rag hedhyw: Ten words for today

 

dürya to survive, endure, last

kehaval similar

lôd (m) lode > (plural) lôdys

òjow ~ òsow (plural) ages < (singular) ooj ~ oos (m)

pres (m) time (by the clock, etc.)

scôven (f) rich lode

soler (m) sundial (amongst many other meanings)

spenys ~ spenjys exhausted, spent, used up, etc.

tewenyow (plural) sand-dunes < (singular) tewyn (m) (you can also use tôwyn > tewednow)

war wòles downhill, to the bottom




Sunday, 9 August 2020

2020 Day 222

 2020 Dedh Dew Cans Dew warn Ügens

De Sül, nawves mis Est

Sunday, 9th August

Ma liwyow an keow ow treylya. Ma whath nebes flourys, bes lebmyn ma môy ha môy frûtys ha has. Ma montbretia, gelwys "whennen a Gernow" gen radn an bobel, ow rei splattys a rüdhvelyn spladn. Gellys ew flourys scaw, rag hedna re dhiwedhes ew dhe wil dewis rag an golon. Ma’n mor bian ow mos dhort glas dhe dhû, etho scon whei ell gwil gwin mor scaw, mars eus whans dhewgh. My a wrüg cuntel mor dû de. Pur dha ens gen avalow. My a worras radn anodhans e’n stiver – ma ostyjy dhebm nessa seythen. Ma lies môy ow tos rag – my a wra cuntel nebes seythednow. Scorednow spern ew posys dhe’n dor gen bushys a eyrin. Res ew dhebm perna bottel a wires merew dhe wil gwires merew eyrin. Na wrewgh debry mor rüdh en keow – andebradow ens. En gwir etta, thens gwenonek – pur deg saw marwel. Rüdh ew liw antel – gwedhros ha scavyligyon.    

Colours of the hedges are turning. There are still some flowers, but now there are more and more fruits and seeds. Montbretia, called the "Cornish weed" by some people, gives splashes of bright orange. Elderflowers have gone, so it is too late to make cordial. The little berries are going from green to black, so soon you can make elderberry wine, if you want. I gathered blackberries yesterday. They are very good with apples. I put some of them in the freezer – I have guests next week. There are lots more coming on – I shall be picking for several weeks. Blackthorn branches are weighed down with clusters of sloes. I must buy a bottle of gin to make sloe gin! Don’t eat red berries in hedges - they are inedible. In fact, they are poisonous – very pretty but deadly. Red is the colour of danger – honeysuckle and lords and ladies.

Deg ger rag hedhyw: Ten words for today

andebradow inedible

antel (m) danger

bushys bunches, clusters

dewis rag an golon (m) cordial 

eyrin sloes

gwires merew (m) gin (juniper spirits)

marwel deadly

posys dhe'n dor weighed down

scavyligyon (m) wild arum, lords and ladies

scaw elder

stiver (m) freezer


























Saturday, 8 August 2020

2020 Day 221

2020 Dedh Dew Cans Wonan warn Ügens

 




























De Sadorn, ethves mis Est

Saturday, 8th August

 

Dres henys art, thera ûsadow dhe artissys a liwya po tedna aga theylûyow. Thew hedna moy ras vel pea model galwansüs! En cres an whetegves cansbledhen Sofonisba Anguissola a liwyas hy thas, hy hôr, hy broder ha ’ga hei dov. Pur wheg ew an düs ha cosel ew an kei. Ma barv ha minvlew dhe'n sira. Bes otta ymach gen Joan Miro, en  ügensves cansbledhen. Ma minvlew ha cigarik dhe'n tas. Ma dama, flogh ha kei ewedh, bes thens oll lehys dhe'n keradnow a'n corf. Ens wheg ha cosel? Na ora vy! Frida Kahlo a liwyas hy gour ha'y honan. Nag eus mir pur lowen dhodhans. Na veu flehes dhodhans. Hedna veu düwon Frida. Tracy Emin a dednas hy mabm. Nag üjy an ymach ow flattra genjy. Bes ow hevelop teylû an moyha kerys ew onan a deylû vy gans ow gohydh godnyk. Sallys ew.


Throughout the history of art, artists had a habit of painting or drawing their families. That is cheaper than paying a professional model! In the middle of the 16th century Sofonisba Anguissola painted her father, her sister, her brother and their pet dog. The people are very nice and the dog is quiet. The father has a beard and a moustache. But here's an image by Joan Miro, in the 20th century. The father has a moustache and a cigarette. There's a mother, child and dog as well, but they are all reduced to their bodily components. Are they nice and quiet? I don't know! Frida Kahlo painted her husband and herself. They don't look very happy. They had no children. That was Frida's sorrow. Tracy Emin drew her mother. The image doesn't flatter her. But my favourite family portrait is one of my family by my clever daughter-in-law. It's witty.

Deg ger rag hedhyw: Ten words for today 

a'n corf bodily

artiss (m) artist (more general than lymner)

barv ~ bar (f) beard

dov pet, tame, domestic

flattra gen to flatter

galwansüs professional

henys (m) tradition, history, culture

keradnow components, constituents, parts

teylû (m) family

ras cheap, economical

ûsadow (m) habit