2025 Day 292

2025 Dedh Dew Cans Pajar Ügens ha Dewdhek

 De Sül, nawnjegves mis Hedra
Sunday, 19th October

Otta Coos Melinjy, reb an vorr, tredh Melinjy ha ryver bian ow resek war tûa Ty war'n Heyl. Coos pur goth ewa, gen lies helygen cüdhys gen kewny, ha prysk ha dreys.  Nag ew an helyk ûsys rag gwil canstellow helyk na velha, bes saw ew an coos. Dowrek ew an dor, rag hedna nag ewa vas rag byldya. Ma remenat a neppeth aral reb an vorr ogas dhe'n coos, henn ew jarns ha ascor cider. Ma lies aval war an vorr; nag eus nagonan dhe wil an cider. Soweth!

Here's Bolingey Wood, beside the road, between Bolingey and a little river running towards Perranporth. It's a very old wood, with lots of lichen-covered willow trees, and scrub and brambles. The willow is no longer used to make wicker baskets, but the wood is safe. The ground is boggy, so it is not suitable for building. There's the remains of something else by the road near the wood, i.e. orchards and cider production. There are lots of apples on the road; there is nobody to make the cider. Alas!

2025 Day 291

2025 Dedh Dew Cans Pajar Ügens ha Üdnek

De Sadorn, etegves mis Hedra

Saturday, 18th October

Puppres thew agan treth teg, morlanow po trig po tredh an dhew. Res veu dhen mos dhe'n vedhegva rag agan pigow breghlin ken gwav. Thew kidnyadh, nag ew hav, bes ma whath lies person war an treth. Mons ow kerdhes, gen po heb kei, ha ma marrak ha marhoges. Nag eus lies morplaynyer na lies neyjer, bes whath ma gwithyjy treth. Bes nag eus nagonan ow sedha war dreth gleb. Nag eus chayr treth, strayl croust na towel dhe vos gwelys. Mar venja whei bos sedhys, ma tavern, chei coffy ha boosty.

Our beach is always lovely, at hightide or low tide or between the two. We had to go to the surgery for our vaccinations before winter. It is autumn, it's not summer, but there are still many people on the beach. They are walking, with or without a dog, and there's a horseman and a horsewoman. There are not a lot of surfers or a lot of swimmers, but there are still beachguards. But there is nobody sitting on wet sand. There's not a deckchair, picnic rug nor towel to be seen. If you'd like to be seated, there is a pub, cafe and restaurant.

2025 Day 290

2025 Dedh Dew Cans Pajar Ügens ha Deg

De Gwener, seytegves mis Hedra
Friday, 17th October

Hedhyw, my a gavas radn a whedhel scrifys genam nanj ew nebes bledhydnyow. Theram ow chânjya neppeth. A ellowgh whei merkya an deffrans?

Today, I found part of a story I wrote several years ago. I'm changing something. Can you spot the difference?

Vercyon coth:

20. Gorewnter Marcus

Great-Uncle Marcus

Howlleskys o an den, ha kottha ages agan Tas, del vyli dhebm. Onketh o y dhillas.

The man was sunburnt, and older than our Dad, it seemed to me. His clothes were strange.

“Rag fra nag eus lavrek dhodho?” e’medh Jana.

“Why hasn’t he any trousers?” said Jane.

“Na wra che bos mar dhiskortes!” e’medham.

“Don’t be so rude!” I said.

Bes na wrug an den onderstondya, del vyli dhebm, poken nag erava ow koslowes.

But the man hadn’t understood, it seemed to me, or else he wasn’t listening.

Therava ow minhwerthin, hwath. Ev a viras war tu ha’n daras krow gever ha pedndroppya dhe’n Tas.

He was still smiling. He looked towards the door of the goat shed while nodding to Dad.

Tas a geas an daras. “Na wrewgh hwei nevra gara an daras ma egor.”

Dad closed the door. “Never leave this door open.”

Vercyon nowydh:

termyn ha scrifa-compòster treylys:

Howlleskys ew an den, ha cottha ew ev ages agan Tas, my a hevel. Anketh ew y dhilhas.

“Rag fra nag eus lavrek dhodho?” emèdh Rosa.

“Na vedhes discortes!” emèdham. Bes nag üjy an den ow convedhes, my a hevel, poken nag üjy va ow cosowes. 

Ma va whath ow minwherhin. Ma va ow mires troha’n daras, gerys egor genen, ha pedndroppya dhe’n Tas. 

Ma Tas ow keas an daras. “Na wrewgh nevra gara an daras ma egor.”

2025 Day 289

2025 Dedh Dew Cans Pajar Ügens ha Naw

De Yow, whetegves mis Hedra
Thursday, 16th October

Otta whedhel bian aral. Whedhel bian rag flehes ew, saw nag eus diwedh lowen dhodho (marnas rag an lowarn).

Here's another little story. It's a little story for children, but it doesn't have a happy ending (except for the fox).

Things to remember for future use:

Soweth! Oh dear! Alas! Sadly!

My a vedn dos ... I will come ...

Res ew dhebm ... I have to ... I must ...

Res ew dhen ... We have to ... We must ...

2025 Day 288

2025 Dedh Dew Cans Pajar Ügens hag Eth

De Merher, pemdhegves mis Hedra
Wednesday, 15th October

Otta oll an verbow e'n daralla Cawl Men. Gwrewgh clôwes ort ow recordyans arta. (dedh 282). A ellowgh merkya oll an verbow ma? Ma üdn verb e'n rôl ma nag ew kevys e'n daralla? Peneyl ewa?

Here are all the verbs in the Stone Soup story. Listen to my recording again (day 282). Can you spot all these verbs? There is one verb in this list which is not found in the story. Which one is it?

Verbs (other than bos) used (plus one to find that is not used)

cavas to find
cawas to have or get
codha to fall
còsca (c>g after ow) to sleep
cüdha to hide
dalla ~ dallath to begin or start
debry to eat
dos (d>t after ow) to come> devedhys arrived
drei (d>t after ow) to bring
fyttya to prepare
gallos to be able> whei ell you can
gòrra (g>c after ow) to put
gwelhe to improve, make better
gwertha ~ gwerha (gw>w after dhe) to sell
gwil ~ cül to make or do
kerdhes ~ kerres to walk
mednas to want, wish, will > my a venja I’d like to
mos to go > ke dhe ves imperative go away!
para to prepare > parys
perna ~ prena p>b to buy
radna to share > radnys
rei to give
salla to salt > sallys
scòllya to pour
wherthin ~ wherhin to laugh
whilas to seek, look for

2025 Day 287

2025 Dedh Dew Cans Pajar Ügens ha Seyth

De Meurth, pajardegves mis Hedra
Tuesday, 14th October

Arhans hag owr, loos ha melyn, ew radn an liwyow en kidnyadh. My a gar ow gwedh, coth ha yonk, e'n lowarth. Martesen, thew an wedhen avalow ma an keth oos avel an chei. Ma meur a lîken loos ha glas warnedhy. Hei a veu òbma ken agan devedhyans. Solabres nag eus del war hy branchys. Bes whath nag eus lies delken kellys dhort an vasarnen. Bettegens, teg ew an del liwys codhys dhe'n dor. Ma rüdh ha purpur, ewedh. Na wra an godhes dor nevra gweles oll an liwyow teg. Mons ow triga en dadn an dor, ha dall ens, war neb coor. Pandr'üjy an godhes dor ow kil dadn agan lowarth? A wra anjei cavas owr raga nei?

Silver and gold, grey and yellow, are some of the colours in autumn. I love my trees, old and young, in the garden. Perhaps, this apple tree is the same era as the house. There is a lot of grey and blue-green lichen on it. It was here before our arrival. There are already no leaves on its branches. But still there are not many leaves lost from the maple. However, the coloured leaves fallen to the ground are beautiful. There is red and purple, too. The moles will never see the beautiful colours. They are living under the ground, and they are blind, anyway. What are the moles doing under our garden? Will they find gold for us?

Geryow rag hedhyw Words for today

bettegens however, nevertheless 

SWFMm byttegyns

dall blind

delen ~ delkyen (f) leaf < del (coll.)

devedhyans (m) arrival

en dadn an dor under the ground

liwys coloured

masarnen (f) maple, sycamore

solabres already 

war neb coor anyway

warnedhy ~ warnodhy on her, on it

whath still, yet

2025 Day 286

2025 Dedh Dew Cans Pajar Ügens ha Whegh

De Lün, terdhegves mis Hedra 

Monday, 13th October

Wrügo whei gosôwes ort ow blogg nanj ew pajar dedh (niver dew cans pajar ügens ha dew)? Ha redya ow blogg üdn jedh kens hedna? Etho, ellowgh gorryby (gorthyby) an govednow (qwestyons) ma? Pandr'ew agas gorrebow (gorthebow)?   

Did you listen to my blog four days ago (number 282)? And read my blog one day before that? So, can you answer these questions? What are your answers?

1. Pandr’ew Cawl Men?
2. Piw üjy ow tos dhe’n dreveglos?
3. Ew an düs wheg en dallath?
4. A vedn an düs radna aga boos?
5. Pandr’ew an kensa tra gòrrys e’n calter?
6. Pandr’ew addys dhe’n cawl gen tüs an dreveglos?
7. Eus sawarn da dhe’n cawl war an diwedh?
8. Ew an düs lôwen wostiwedh?
9. Üjy an den coth ow mos mes gen an men?

What is Stone Soup? 
Who comes to the village? 
Are the people friendly in the beginning? 
Do the people want to share their food?     
What is the first thing put in the pot?     
What is added to the soup by people of the village?
Does the soup taste good in the end?      
Are the villagers happy finally?
Does the old man go away with the stone?