2025 Day 290

 2025 Dedh Dew Cans Pajar Ügens ha Deg

De Gwener, seytegves mis Hedra
Friday, 17th October

Hedhyw, my a gavas radn a whedhel scrifys genam nanj ew nebes bledhydnyow. Theram ow chânjya neppeth. A ellowgh whei merkya an deffrans?

Today, I found part of a story I wrote several years ago. I'm changing something. Can you spot the difference?

Vercyon coth:

20. Gorewnter Marcus

Great-Uncle Marcus

Howlleskys o an den, ha kottha ages agan Tas, del vyli dhebm. Onketh o y dhillas.

The man was sunburnt, and older than our Dad, it seemed to me. His clothes were strange.

“Rag fra nag eus lavrek dhodho?” e’medh Jana.

“Why hasn’t he any trousers?” said Jane.

“Na wra che bos mar dhiskortes!” e’medham.

“Don’t be so rude!” I said.

Bes na wrug an den onderstondya, del vyli dhebm, poken nag erava ow koslowes.

But the man hadn’t understood, it seemed to me, or else he wasn’t listening.

Therava ow minhwerthin, hwath. Ev a viras war tu ha’n daras krow gever ha pedndroppya dhe’n Tas.

He was still smiling. He looked towards the door of the goat shed while nodding to Dad.

Tas a geas an daras. “Na wrewgh hwei nevra gara an daras ma egor.”

Dad closed the door. “Never leave this door open.”

Vercyon nowydh:

termyn ha scrifa-compòster treylys:

Howlleskys ew an den, ha cottha ew ev ages agan Tas, my a hevel. Anketh ew y dhilhas.

“Rag fra nag eus lavrek dhodho?” emèdh Rosa.

“Na vedhes discortes!” emèdham. Bes nag üjy an den ow convedhes, my a hevel, poken nag üjy va ow cosowes. 

Ma va whath ow minwherhin. Ma va ow mires troha’n daras, gerys egor genen, ha pedndroppya dhe’n Tas. 

Ma Tas ow keas an daras. “Na wrewgh nevra gara an daras ma egor.”