De Yow, üdnegves mis Ebrel
Thursday, 11th April
Jorna perfeth ew rag kerdhes adro e’n pow adro. Dhort an menedh me ell gweles an mor ha lies tra moy. Ma dhe dherowen ma keffres flourys ha del. An gwens dhia an west re ros dh’y vranchys shap ûsyes lies gwedhen en Kernow. Me alja clowes edhen ow cana en ke – moy es onan, martesen rüdhek po tynk. E’n gwelyow me a glowas melwhes (ûheleth), sür oma, bes na wrüga vy y weles – re ûhel ha bian o va. Ma olow bestas brâs reb an ke – tell (tollow) palys gen treys brâs. Ma brohes (dorgeun) en ogas. E'n lever "An Gwens e'n Helyk" ma toll Mester Brogh emesk magoryow Roman, saw nag eus traveth Roman obma.
It’s a perfect day for walking around in the countryside. From the hill I can see the sea and many more things. This oak tree has flowers as well as leaves. The westerly wind has given its branches the typical shape of many trees in Cornwall. I could hear a bird singing in the hedge – more than one, perhaps a robin or a finch. In the fields I heard a skylark, I’m sure, but I didn’t see it – it was too high and too small. There are signs of big animals by the hedge – holes dug by big feet. There are badgers nearby. In the book "The Wind in the Willows" Mr. Badger's hole is among Roman ruins, but there is nothing Roman here.
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