De Lün, nawves mis Gwedngala
Monday, 9th September
Òja an glaw dhe vos nei a gerdhas mes e'n pow adro arta. Thera sinys kidnyadh solabres – lies scavel cronek moy, nebes debrys gen milyow bian. Thera whath cloudys e'n ebòrn ha tewal o an mor – ogas ha dû, avel enk. En scon tho an meppik en còsca. Nei a vetyas gen o hentrevoges. Thera hei o ledya hy hobba gans y fròdn. Solabres hei re wòrra diber war an margh drefen hei dhe varhoga. Margh morel teg ew gen torr vrâs – gargesen lowr. Ev a vedn debry pub tra. Ma othom dhodho a gîs hir. Ma dhedhy diber American teg – pur esy keffres hag afinys gen ster. Thew an cabester afinys gen ster ewedh.
After the rain had gone we walked out in the countryside again. There were already autumn signs – many more toadstools, some eaten by little animals. There were still clouds in the sky and the sea was dark – almost black, like ink. Soon the little boy was sleeping. We met my neighbour. She was leading her riding horse by its rein. She had already saddled the horse because she was going riding. It is a lovely black horse with a fat tummy – a bit of a greedy-guts. It will eat anything. It needs a long girth. She has a lovely American saddle – very comfortable as well as decorated with stars. The bridle is decorated with stars too.
Deg ger rag hedhyw: Ten words for today
cabester bridle
diber saddle
fròdn (f) rein
gargesen (f) a greedy-guts
gîs girth
gòrra diber war (an) margh to saddle
hobba a riding horse
margh morel a black horse
scavel (f) seat, stool (scavel droos is a footstool)
scavel cronek ~ cranak is a toadstool, mushroom - no distinction between edible and inedible!)
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