Day Hundred and Sixty

An Cansves Dedh ha Trei Ügens

De Sül ew, an degves dedh a vis Efan.

It’s Sunday, the 10^th day of June.

Dedh pur drosüs (drosek) o va hedhyw. En kensa, e’n mettin me a glowas “parp! parp! parp”. Hedna veu tros a gorn war dractor.  War an vorr? A era lett? Nag era. Thera an tiek o movya y dheves e’n pras. Ma va o ûsya tractor adar kei.

It was a very noisy day today. Firstly, in the morning I heard “parp! parp! parp!” many times. That was the sound of a horn on a tractor. On the road? Was there an obstruction? No. The farmer was moving his sheep in the meadow. He uses a tractor rather than a dog.

E’n kettermyn thera son a vûsek a-bell. Radn an gool, martesen – “Tonow e’n Tewednow”.

At the same time there was a sound of music far away.  Part of the festival perhaps “Tunes in the Dunes”.

E’n dohajedh an flehes wydn a waras e’n lowarth. Nag ens flehes gosel. Mowns o ponya oll adro hag üja.  Mowns o cül drog dh’aga honan hag ola. Ha mowns owth ombla adro dh’aga gwariellow ha garma. Thens moy ûhel vel an mûsek. Anjei eth tre whegh ar glogh. Lebmyn nei ell clowes an mûsek arta.  Ma bagas a vri hanath.

In the afternoon the grandchildren played in the garden. They are not quiet children. They run around and scream. They hurt themselves and cry. And they fight about their toys and shout. They were louder than the music. They went home at six o’clock. Now we can hear the music again. There is a famous band tonight.