De Gwener, pajwora warn ügens mis Me
Friday, 24th May
Me a fanjas messach dhort cowethes goth, “Me a drovyas lever coth whei – dhort kensa scol.” Nakovys veu va genam. Hei a’n danvonas dhebm, gweskys et tien! Oll adro dhe dicky Düwes ew, ha tho ev powes rag scriptor sans (e’n vledhen an curüdnyas). Tho an scol en treveglos bian – degëys ew lebmyn drefen fowt a flehes. Scol wheg o va. Thera coos faw pur nes (ha ma’n coos ena whath). Me a dhescas dhe dhelinya gwedhen ena.
I received a message from an old friend, “I found an old book of yours – from primary school.” I had forgotten it. She sent it to me, all battered! It is all about butterflies and it was a prize for scripture (in coronation year). The school was in a little village – it is closed now because of a lack of children. It was a nice school. There was a beech wood very near (and the wood is still there). I learnt to draw a tree there.
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