Sunday, 16 August 2020

Dedh Dew Cans Naw warn Ügens



De Sül, whetegves mis Est

Sunday, 16th August

 

Otta vy arta war âls, ow mires war nans.  Hedhyw thera vy môy ogas dhe’n mor, saw ma’n treth môy a-bell. Leun ew an park kerry ha leun ew an strêtys gen havyjy. Lowen ew perhednyon pub shoppa, chei coffy ha chei te. Martesen anjei ell gwil les war an diwedh. Lowen ew an gullys. Martesen anjei ell cavas nebes scòbmow war an dor.  Lowen ew radn an düs war an treth drefen bos an mor cosel ha nag eus bes gwens medhel. Nag ew gewer vas rag omhowla, bes anjei ell revya mes war aga bordys po et aga hayaks bian. Anjei ell neyja. Trûedhek ew rag surfers – nag eus mordarth veth. Nag eus todnow. Warbedn ûsadow ew hebma rag an cost noor. Ma'n mor ow tastewydnya an ebòrn - thew ev pecar'a myrrour arhans. Nag era nei ow neyja po revya, bes thera nei ow cowsel - tavosogyon o nei!


Here I am again on a cliff, looking downwards. Today I am closer to the sea, but the beach is more distant. The carpark is full and the streets are full of holiday makers. The owners of every shop, café and tea shop are happy. Perhaps they can make a profit at last. The gulls are happy. Perhaps they can find some chips on the ground. Some of the people on the beach are happy because the sea is calm and there is only a gentle wind. It’s not suitable weather for sunbathing, but they can paddle out on their boards or in their little kayaks. They can swim. It’s disappointing for surfers – there is no surf. There are no waves. This is unusual for the north coast. The sea reflects the sky - it's like a silver mirror. We don't swim or paddle but we chatter - we are chatterboxes! 


Deg ger rag hedhyw: Ten words for today

 

a-bell distant

les (m) profit, gain, interest, etc.

mordarth (m) surf

omhowla to sunbathe, sun oneself

perhednyon (pluralowners < (singularperhen (m)

revya to paddle, row

scòbmow chips

trûedhek disappointing

warbedn ûsadow  unusual

war nans downwards, downhill, etc.



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