Day Twelve
An
Dewdhegves Dedh
An terdhegves a vis Genver. Glaw a wra
en Kernow. Thera glaw poos dres nos ha thera glaw dres an jorna ewedh. Rag
hedna thera dowr o resek an vorr (fordh) war nans pecar’a ryver. E’n tre vian
Cookes thera venten (fenten) e’n vorr.
13th January. It rains in
Cornwall. There was heavy rain overnight and there was rain all day long as
well. Therefore there was water running down the road like a river. In Cocks
hamlet there was a spring in the road.
Gweskys (gwiskys) en cota stanch ha gen
botas hir ha glawlen me a gerras (gerdhas) dredh an dowr dhe’n savla buss reb
an mor. Bohes gleb o vy!
Dressed in a waterproof coat and with
tall boots and an umbrella, I walked through the water to the bus stop by the
sea. I was slightly wet!
Hedhyw, me eth dhe Falmeth (gen dew
gyttrin). Tho vy esel bagas scriforyon. Thera nei o metya pub mis dhe gows adro
dhe levrow, gis scrifa, hag erel. Thera nei o scrifa warbarth ha eva te ewedh.
E’n hav nei a wra sedha e’n lôwarth po e’n crow.
Today, I went to Falmouth (by two
buses). I am a member of a writers group. We meet every month to talk about
books, writing style, etc. We write together and drink tea as well. In the summer
we will sit in the garden or in the hut.
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