Day Hundred and Forty-One
An Cansves
Dedh Dogans hag Onan
De Meurth,
nessa warn ügens mis Me. Pana jorna teg! Thera fesont teg war agan glesin. Nag
eus lev teg dhodho. En mettin nei a gerras (gerdhas) e’n pow adro gen agan cothmans,
en gwelyow awarha (awartha). Nei alja gweles an mor war tûa noor, ha war tûa
west nei alja gweles Bre Anek. Planjys ew oll an gwelyow gen ys, martesen gen
barlys rag brihy. Nei a glowas melwhesas (awhesedhas) o càna.
Tuesday,
22nd May. What a beautiful day! There was a beautiful pheasant on
our lawn. He doesn’t have a beautiful voice. In the morning we walked in the
countryside with our friends, in the fields above. We could see the sea towards
the north, and towards the west we could see St Agnes Beacon. All the fields
are planted with corn, perhaps with barley for brewing. We heard skylarks
singing.
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