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2026 Day 309

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  2026 Dedh Trei Hans ha Naw De Yow, pempes mis Dû Thursday, 5th November Nag o an Metêrn, Henry VIII, lôwen en mil pemp cans terdhek warn ügens. Na wrüg y wreg drûan, Catherine, don mab ragtho, mergh, Mary, en üdnek. Na venja an Pap grontya didhemedhyans dhodho, etho, ev a wrüg diberra dhort an Eglos Rom. Ev a dreylyas pedn Eglos Pow an Sowson. Wòja hedna, thera own dhodho rag lûyow lestry Pow Frenk ha Pow Spayn, powyow catholik. Ev a dherevas nebes castilly adro dhe'n als. Onan ew Castel Pendinas en Falmeth, gorfednys en mil pemp cans dogens ha pemp. Peder bledhen wòja hedna e veu Rebellyans an Lever Pejadow. Nag era whans dhe'n bobel Kernow a lever pejadow en Sowsnek. Thera strîf tredh Catholigyon ha Anglicanys rag lies bledhen. En mil whegh cans ha pemp e veu metêrn nowydh ha nebes catholigyon a gònsylyas warbarth dhe dardha an Senedh ha Metêrn James I. Henn o an Plott Podn Godn heb sowyn. Rag fra ew hedna dhe les hedhyw? Dreven e vedh disqwedhyans tanow creft hanath en Cas...
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2026 Day 308

  2026 Dedh Trei Hans hag Eth De Merher, pajwora Mis Dû Wednesday, 4th November Agan laundrys ew leun a dhel marow, dhort an enwedhen en lowarth kentrevoges dres ehen. Ow gour a gramblas skeyl rag tedna anjei mes. Na vedn nei an glaw dhe vedna war an vosow. E'n gwettha pres, whath ma del war oll an colwedh. An laundrys a wra gorlenwel arta e'n nessa enawel. E'n gwelha pres, na vedn an gelynen kelly hy del. Our launders (roof gutters) are full of dead leaves, especially from the ash tree in a neighbour's garden. My husband climbed a ladder to pull them out. We don't want the rain to overflow on the walls. Unfortunately, there are still leaves on all the hazel trees. The launders will overfill again in the next storm. Fortunately, the holly won't lose its leaves.
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2026 Day 307

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  2026 Dedh Trei Hans ha Seyth De Meurth, tryja mis Dû Tuesday, 3rd November Ma kelynen vian dhe nei, war ladn. Ma delkyow dûlas dhedhy, saw nag eus greunen veth. Martesen re yonk ew hei. Herwedh ûs adow , ma flourys gwydn dhe'n kelyn cowldevys. E'n curl Sowsnek ma greun gwydn, maga wydn avel an leth. Bès nag eus rîm rag "leth" e'n curl Kernôwek, etho thera nei ow ûsya "rew" rag rîm rag "Duw". E'n lowarth e'n mettyn tho an gwels maga wydn 'vel an rew, saw nag o hebma rew. Tho glouth. We have a little holly tree, on a bank. It has dark green leaves, but there is not a single berry. Perhaps it is too young. Usually, the fully grown holly has white flowers. In the English carol there are white berries, as white as milk. But there is no rhyme for "milk" in the Cornish carol, so we use "frost" for a rhyme for "God". In the garden in the morning the grass was as white as the frost, though this is not frost. I...
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2026 Day 306

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  2026 DedhTrei Hans ha Whegh De Lün, nessa mis Dû Monday, 2nd November Da ew genam an curl ma dhort Sent Dey, ogas dhe Redrudh. Curl meurgerys ew en Kernow. Da ew genen an kelynen - hemm ew agan gwedhen Nadelik. Scrifys o en Sowsnek, bes nebes tüs a dreylyas an geryow dhe Gernowek. Ma moy es üdn vercyon. Otta onan anodhans. I like this carol from St Day, near to Redruth. It's a popular carol in Cornwall. We like the holly tree - this is our Christmas tree. It was written in English, but some people translated the words to Cornish. There is more than one version. Here's one of them. C url Sent Dey   Now the holly bears a berry as white as the milk, And Mary she bore Jesus, who was wrapped up in silk:   1. Greun gwydn eus dhe’n kelyn, `ga wydn `vel an rew, Ha dinethys veu Jesus, an üdn Mâb Duw.             (pednposorn)   Chorus : And Mary she bore Jesus our Saviour for to be, And the first tree that's in the greenwood,...
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2026 Day 305

  2026 Dedh Trei Hans ha Pemp De Sül, kensa mis Dû Sunday, 1st November Ma moy a sansow en Kernow avel en Nev. Henn ew lavar coth. Hedhyw thew "Allantide". Martesen thew hedna an kensa dedh a wav, Du Calan Gwav. Po martesen ew Degol Sen Alain, epscop Breten Bian nanj ew pemdhek cansbledhen. Ma eglos sacrys dhodho ogas dhe Truro.   There are more saints in Cornwall than in Heaven. That is an old saying. Today is Allantide. Perhaps that is the first day of winter, "Du Calan Gwav". Or perhaps it is the feast day of St Alain, a Breton bishop fifteen centuries ago. There's a church dedicated to him near Truro.
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2026 Day 304

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  2026 Dedh Trei Hans ha Pajar De Sadorn, üdnegves warn ügens mis Hedra Saturday, 31st October Thera meur a whel dhe wil en chei hedhyw, bes res veu dhebm tremena radn a'n termyn e'n lowarth. Ma'n crow bian ow tisfygya. Herdhys ewa a-drenewen, gen gwredhow meur an wedhen diwredhys. Thera daffar disqwedhyans coth an bagas art e'n crow - clòjyow, framys, plankys, bordys gwydn, emesk an kenis blewek ha gohy ow còsca. Res veu dhe nei trouvya neb le aral rag aga gwitha, ke veu othom a dowla neppeth dhe ves. Na ellen sawya an crow. Saw a vedh possybyl dhe sawya an glesin? There was a lot of work to do in the house today, but I had to spend some of the time in the garden. The small shed is collapsing. It is being shoved sideways, by the great roots of the uprooted tree. The art group's old exhibition equipment was in the shed - racks, frames, trestle tables, white boards, among the hairy spiders and sleeping wasps. We had to find some other place for keeping them, though i...
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2026 Day 303

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  2026 Dedh Trei Hans ha Trei De Gwener, degves warn ügens mis Hedra Friday, 30th October Sqwithys o vy. Gellys ew an hav. An enawel ew gorfednys. Cosel ew an gewer. Thew termyn blewek  a'n vledhen. An Kehesnos a veu passyes genen. Martesen, avorow a vedh moy dhe les. Ma nos avorow ow tallath "Allantide". Ma othom dhebm a Avalow Allantide, rüdh ha brâs, rag an flehes wydn. Nos Calan Gwav henwys ew gen radn a'n bobel. Trenja a vedh Degol a'n Ollsens po Du Halan Gwav. Ma hanter tewal a'n vledhen ow tallath. My a dal gwil lugarn turnypen po lugarn pompyon!  I am bored. The summer has gone. The storm has finished. The weather is quiet. It is a boring time of year. We have passed the Equinox. Perhaps, tomorrow will be more interesting. Tomorrow night begins "Allantide". I need some big red Allantide Apples for the grandchildren. It's called Halloween by some people. The day after tomorrow will be All Saints Day or the First Day of Winter. The dark hal...
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