De Lün, degves mis Efan
Monday, 10th June
Nag era vy e’n chei vy e’n nos ma. Thera vy e’n radnjy ow mergh wydn en Truru. Me a wrüg gwitha ort hy mab. Hei a wrüg desky dhe lewya. Ha avorow hei a dal mos dhe handlans rag hy heyn. Oja hedna me a vedn mos dhe Lily’s rag clappya Kernowek gans ow hothman. Thew an sonyow en cita deffrans. Me ell clowes clegh an pedneglos e'n pelldar ha’n trenys ow tos dhe’n stacyon tren dres an ponsvorr (ponsfordh) en ogas. E’n pow me ell clowes deves ha terweythyow oula.
I am not in my house this night. I am in my granddaughter’s flat in Truro. I looked after her son. She was learning to drive. And tomorrow she must go to treatment for her back. After that I will go to Lily’s to speak Cornish with my friend. The sounds in a city are different. I can hear the cathedral bells in the distance and the trains coming to the railway station across the viaduct nearby. In the country I can hear sheep and sometimes an owl.
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