De Lün, pemdhegves mis Ebrel
Monday, 15th April
Ew re a hireth tra dhiantel? Ewa tybyans da dh’omwelas war deleryow coth arta? Ew floholeth tiredh hüdel a dalvia gortos e’n termyn eus passyes? Me eth de dhe üdn telher ow floholeth ow honan. Pur deg ew whath, bes behatna ew, me a hevel, ha ma sür kerry moy es nanj ew trei ügens bledhen. Me re veu en nebes bagasow e’n odyans – ha omdednys ew hedna. E veu kensa scol gen trei class – ha degëys ew hedna lebmyn. Nag eus flehes lowr e’n treveglos. Re ger ew rag ow hothmans coth ha’ga theylû dhe vos trigys ena. E’n eur-ma thew an scol, chei an bedndescadores, chei medhyores an cost ha whath an gwithty bian oll treylyes dhe dreven prevedh. Oll an flehes e’n treveglos a wrüg gwary e’n gover reb an pons. Nei alja trovya pajerpawes ha oll sortow bestas bian. Saw otta an gover lebmyn! Pe le ma an dowr? Sehys ew an gover, nag eus dowr veth. Badna veth. Ha nag eus flehes ow qwary naneyl. Ha cothmans coth? Coth ens, pur goth!
Is too much nostalgia a dangerous thing? Is it a good idea to revisit old haunts? Is childhood an enchanted domain that should remain in the past? Yesterday I went to one place of my own childhood. It is still very beautiful, but it is smaller, it seems to me, and there are surely more cars than sixty years ago. I had been in several groups in the village hall – and that has shrunk. There was a primary school with three classes – and that has closed now. There are not enough children in the village. It is too expensive for my old friends and their families to live there. Nowadays the school, the headmistress’s house, the district nurse’s house and even the little museum are all converted into private houses. All the children in the village played in the brook by the bridge. We found newts and all sorts of little animals. But look at the brook now. Where is the water? The brook is dried up, there’s no water at all. Not a drop. And neither are there any children playing. And old friends? They are old, very old!
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