2019 Day 273
Dedh Dew Cans Trei Ü gens ha Terdhek De L ün, degves warn ü gens mis Gwedngala Monday, 30 th September Òja nebes dedhyow gen prederyansow skiansek adro dhe story, sciens ha politegieth res veu dhebm cawas jorna leun a whel vas. Re leb o an gewer dhe weres dhe'n gour vy e'n lowarth, rag hedna me eth dhe'n dre. Reb an vorr my a welas arw ò dh nowydh adro dhe Arlòdh Falmeth – nag ew ev meurgerys gans oll an bes, car dre hevel. Res veu o mergh wydn gwil ober rag hy holjy, etho my a wr üg treylya a-drenewen hy mab bian. Nag era whans dhodho a wary gans y waryellow – ev a venja cawas o sagh, o glawlen, o hamera hag o hompûter. After several days with intellectual thoughts about history, science and politics I had to have a day full of useful work. The weather was too wet to help my husband in the garden, so I went to town. By the road I saw a new sign about Lord Falmouth – he is not beloved by all the world, it seems. My granddaughter had to do work f...