Day Two Hundred and Forty-two
Dew Cansves Dedh Dew Ügens ha Dew De Gwener, üdnegves warn ügens mis Est. Friday, 31 st August. Thew an diwettha dedh a’n mis hedhyw, ha thew an diwettha dedh a hav ewedh, bes na wrüga vy gwil traveth dhe les. Etho, pandra dhe scrifa? Me a gavas bardhonek coth (ha nebes fotos). Otta anjei! It’s the last day of the week today, and it’s the last day of summer too, but I didn’t do anything interesting. So, what to write? I found an old poem (and some photos). Here they are! Colours of the Sea When you stand right on the coast you get wrap-around vistas of the sea. If you live a mile inland, as I do, you must be content with glimpses of the sea between the hills. Every day I walk my dog on the hills over-looking the sea in Perran Bay. I can see an inverted triangle of water, framed between the sky above, the slopes of Bolingey on the left and the Perranporth sand dunes on the right; a few miles of horizon and...