Day Ninety-eight

An Ethdegves Dedh ha Pajar Ügens

De Lün, an nawes mis Ebrel. Nebes niwlek o mettin avarr bes leskys dhe ves ew an niwl gans an howl. Thera howl spladn e’n dohajedh. Me a scrifas lether nowodhow rag an bagas art. Cothman a dheuth dhe gemeres fram avisyans rag agan bagas art. E vedh disqwedhyans scon en Lanwedhenek.

Monday, 9^th April. Early morning was rather misty but the mist was burnt away by the sun. There was bright sun in the afternoon. I wrote a newsletter for the art group. A friend came to take an advertising frame for our art society. There is going to be an exhibition soon in Padstow.