Day Thirty-seven


An Seytegves Dedh Warn Ügens

De Merher ew, an seythves dedh a vis Whevrel. Keser a wrüg dres nos – po o va ergh? E’n mettin thera stoff gwydn war an glesin arta, ha war do an losowjy. (Ev a slynkyas dhe’n dor en dohajedh.)
It’s Wednesday, the 7th day of February. It hailed overnight – or was it snow? In the morning there was white stuff on the lawn again, and on the conservatory roof. (It slipped down in the afternoon.)

Tho an vorr (fordh) war nans dhe’n savla buss e’n dre kednys gen rew/ergh o teudha (treylya dhe dhowr) kemeskys gen prei. Pur bloos o ha leyjek lowr.   
The road downhill to the bus stop in the village was bespattered with melting ice/snow (turning to water) mixed with mud. It was very dirty and quite slippery.

Res o dhebm moas dhe’n Kowsva rag cuntellyans bagas Rosweyth. Thera odhom dhen a gows dro dhe wharvosow ha whel dhe wil (wül) rag descoryon ha deskyblon an tavas Kernôwek, dhe scodhya ha cressya an tavas.
I had to go to the Kowsva for a meeting of the Rosweyth group. We needed to discuss events and work to do for learners and adherents of the Cornish language, to support and grow the language.

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