2026 Day 9

2026 Dedh Naw

De Gwener, nawes mis Genver

Friday, 9th January

Enawel Goretti a dheuth seyth ar glogh nehewer ha distowgh an tredan eth kerr. Tho nei heb gallos, heb gwias, heb fôn, heb gòlow ha heb tòbmder. My alja scrifa, gen gòlow cantolyow, bes na aljama gorra blogg war an ynternet. E'n cres an nos my a glowas levow e'n vôwnder. Thera torchednow. E veu othom dhe'm kentrevoges a ambûlans, bes e veu gwedh codhys dres an vôwnder. Pajar den a's kerhas gen gravar clevyon. E'n mettin son an gwens o le, bes thera son lies hesken. Rüdh o an howldrevel.

Storm Goretti came at seven o'clock last night and suddenly the electricity went away. We were without power, without internet, without phone, without light and without heat. I could write, by candle light, but I couldn't put a blog on the internet. In the middle of the night I heard voices in the lane. There were torches. My neighbour needed an ambulance, but there were trees across the lane. Four men fetched with a stretcher. In the morning, the sound of the wind was less, but there was the sound of many saws. The sunrise was red.