It was a warm afternoon during the summer term, and my junior school was holding a fund-raising jumble sale – the first and last I ever remember taking place there. Lessons continued as normal, so that pupils were allowed to browse the stalls only during the afternoon break. My mother had supplied me with a shilling or so to spend.
Dohajydh tomm o y’n trymis hav, hag yth esa ow skol ow synsi basar rag kavos arghans – an huni kynsa ha diwettha a borthav kov a’y hwarvos ena. Dyskansow a besya herwydh usadow, bys may feu gesys skoloryon peuri an stallow y’ga thermyn-gwari hepken. Ow mamm re brovisa dhymm a-dro dhe sols rag spena.langbot langbot