Day Hundred and Fifty-nine
An Cansves
Dedh Dogans ha Nawnjek
De Sadorn,
nawhes mis Efan.
Saturday,
9th June.
Hedhyw vettin me eth dhe Falmeth. Me a vetyas gen
nebes còthmans. Thens oll scriforyon. Warren a wras diwedh dh’y novel ha ma va
o whiles asderevyas. Chauns da dhodho. Calish ew hedna.
This morning I went to Falmouth. I met several friends.
Warren finished his novel and he is looking for a publisher. Good luck to him. That’s
hard.
Lebmyn
thera vy chei. E’n lowarth me ell clowes mûsek ûhel. Pe le ma va? Ma va e’n dre
reb an mor, moy es üdn mildir alebma.
Now I’m
home. In the garden I can hear loud music. Where is it? It’s in the village by
the sea, more than a mile away.
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