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in the corner

Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

y'n gornel

voorbeelde

in the corner
/ y'n gornel / / /

The kiln in the far corner of the room, behind the climbing kiln, was built by Janet Leach and also oil-fired but with wood added to achieve her special Bizen effects.
An oden y'n gornel bell a'n stevel, a-dryv an oden grambla, a veu drehevys gans Janet Leach ha tesys ynwedh der oyl, mes gans prenn keworrys dhe gowlwul hy effeythyow arbennek Bizen.

Into the river Tiber in some corner,
yn dowr Tyber yn neb korn

Save for the big mound of greyish-blue powder in one corner, certain bars of aluminium in another, the black birds, and the skeletons of the killed, the place was merely an empty circular pit in the sand.
A-der an knegh bras a bolter loos-glas y'n eyl kornel, nebes barrys a aluminiom yn hy ben, an ydhyn du, ha korfow eskern an re ledhys, nyns o an le marnas pytt kylghyek gwag y'n tewes.

Sam Gamgee was sitting in one corner near the fire, and opposite him was Ted Sandyman, the miller’s son; and there were various other rustic hobbits listening to their talk.
Yth esa Sam Gamji owth esedha orth unn korn nes dhe'n tan, hag a-dal dhodho Ted Sandiman, mab an meliner; yth esa nebes hobytow trevesik arall ow koslowes orth aga flows.

The tents began to go up. There was a specially large pavilion, so big that the tree that grew in the field was right inside it, and stood proudly near one end, at the head of the chief table. Lanterns were hung on all its branches. More promising still (to the hobbits’ mind): an enormous open-air kitchen was erected in the north corner of the field. A draught of cooks, from every inn and eating-house for miles around, arrived to supplement the dwarves and other odd folk that were quartered at Bag End. Excitement rose to its height.
An tyldow a dhallathas bos sevys. Yth esa unn tylder bras yn arbennik, mar vras o ev mayth esa an wydhenn ow tevi y’n park a-ji dhodho yn tien, hag ev a sevis yn goethus dhe benn an pennmoes. Lugern a veu kregys yn y skorrenn oll. Gwell hwath (dhe vrys an hobytyow): kegin gowrek a veu drehevys yn kern a-gledh an park. Para a geginor a dheuth diworth pub tavern ha boesti dre vildiryow oll a-dro, rag gweres orth an korryon ha tus koynt erell neb esa owth ostya dhe Bag End. Gwaytyans a sevis dhe bennughelder.

With the Pirates in control of everything, it was expected that they would continue in the same fashion in the second half, but Nottingham had different ideas. As at the start of the first half, the Pirates gave away a series of penalties inside their 5-metre line, and with a yellow card shown to Dan Frost, Nottingham scored under the posts. Within two minutes, Nottingham scored again, when their No.7 intercepted a pass, and running 70 metres, scored in the corner. Now with the score at 15-26, the Pirates had to maintain control and score again, but the Nottingham defence held fast. Finally however, Paddy Ryan found a gap and scored under the posts to seal the game. Nottingham got a third try near the end of the game but it wasn’t enough to earn a bonus point. Final score, Nottingham 22, The Cornish Pirates 33.
Gans an Vorladron ow controlya puptra, y feu desevys y whrussens y pesya y’n keth gis dres an nessa hanter, mes Nottingham a’n jeva tybyansow dyffrans. Avel dalleth an kensa hanter, An Vorladron a ros dhe-ves rew a spalyow a-jy dh’aga linen 5-meter, ha gans carten velyn disquedhys dhe Dan Frost, Nottingham a scoryas yn-dadn an peulyow. A-jy dhe dhiw vynysen, Nottingham a scoryas arta, pan wrug aga Nr.7 contrewaytya delivrans hag yn unn bonya 70 meter, a scoryas y’n gornel. Lebmyn gans an scor 15-26, res o dhe’n Vorladron batalya dhe ventena control ha scorya arta, mes defens Nottingham a omsynsas fast. War an diwedh byttegyns, Paddy Ryan a gavas bulgh ha scorya yn-dadn an peulyow dhe selya an gam. Nottingham a gavas tressa assay ogas dhe bedn an gam, mes nyns o lowr dhe dhendil poynt mas. Scor finel, Nottingham 22, An Vorladron Gernewek 33.

The upper wind settled in the West and deeper and wetter clouds rolled up to spill their laden rain on the bare heads of the Downs. Nothing could be seen all round the house but falling water. Frodo stood near the open door and watched the white chalky path turn into a little river of milk and go bubbling away down into the valley. Tom Bombadil came trotting round the corner of the house, waving his arms as if he was warding off the rain - and indeed when he sprang over the threshold he seemed quite dry, except for his boots. These he took off and put in the chimney-corner. Then he sat in the largest chair and called the hobbits to gather round him.
An gwyns a-wartha a besyas y’n West ha kommol downna ha glyppa a rolyas a-dreus dhe’n ebrenn rag skoellya aga glaw war bennow moel an Goenyow. Ny yllys gweles travyth oll a-dro dhe’n chi marnas dowr ow koedha. Frodo a sevis nes dhe’n daras igor ha mires orth an hyns kreyek hag ev dhe janjya yn avon byghan lethek ha mos yn fros yn-nans an vre y’n nans. Tom Bombadyl a dheuth a-dro dhe gorn an chi, ow kwevya y dhiwvregh haval ev dhe omwitha erbynn an glaw – hag yn hwir, pan wrug ev lamma dres an treudhow ev o sygh yn tien dell hevelis, marnas y votasow. Ev a removyas an re ma ha’ga gorra yn korn orth an chymbla. Ena, ev a esedhas y’n brassa kador ha gelwel orth an hobytow may kuntellons a-dro dhodho.

The sun was shining across the Mennaye but unfortunately didn’t shine on the Pirates. The Pirates had to make a number of changes to the squad through a growing number of injuries, and also it was the turn of two or three players have their week’s rest. So, the appearance of the team was somewhat different this week. The Pirates started well and were controlling the game for the first 20 minutes. Will Cargill operned the scoring with a penalty – which was followed by a try in the corner by Alex Schwarz – 8-0. The strong wind was making things difficult – as was seen in the number of line-outs lost. Gradually Ampthill began to compete, and were rewarded with two penalties to bring the score to 8-6. However, almost immediately, Ampthill knocked on and John Stevens seized the chance and scored in the corner. 13-6. There was another scoring chance for the Pirates, but with an overlap in front of the line, the ball was knocked on, and the score remained the same at half-time.
Yth esa an howl ow spladna dres an Menehy mes y’n lacka prys ny wrug e’ spladna war an Vorladron. Res o dhe’n Vorladron gul niver a janjyow y’ga fara, awos niver tevy a vrewyon, hag ynwedh yth o tro rag dew po tri gwarier kavos aga seythen a bowes. Ytho, semlant an para o nebes dyffrans an seythen ma. An Vorladron a dhallathas yn ta, hag yth esens y ow controlya an gam dres an kensa 20 mynysen. Will Cargill a ygoras an scoryans gans spal – an pyth a veu sewyes gans assay y’n gornel gans Alex Schwarz – 8-0. Yth esa an gwyns crev ow cul tackow cales – dell veu gwelys kens oll y’n linennow tewlel kellys. Tamm ha tamm Ampthill a dhallathas kesstrivya hag a veu pewashes gans dew spal dhe dhri an score dhe 8-6. Byttegyns hag ogas ha distowgh, Ampthill a gnoukyas yn rag an bel ha John Stevens a sesyas y jons ha scorya y’n corner. 13-6. Yth esa chons moy rag an Vorladron scorya mes gans gorgudhans a-dherag an linen, an bel a veu knoukyes yn rag, ha’n scor a drigas an keth dhe hanter-termyn.

Up until this match, both teams had a 100% record and today would see one of them keep this record and the other lose it. It wasn’t a good start for the Pirates as they lost Josh Caulfield very early in the game through a yellow card, and Doncaster took advantage of this and scored a try in the corner, which was converted – 7-0. However, the Pirates attacked strongly and were rewarded following a line-out with an unconverted try in the corner. They went further ahead a little after this when they were awarded a penalty try – 7-12. The Pirates had a number of chances after this to score more tries, but mistakes in the wrong places and close to the Doncaster line, cost the Pirates dearly. Also they did not take advantage of two yellow cards given to Doncaster at almost the same time. The two teams battled in earnest to find the next score, half-time came and the score was still 7-12.
Bys y’n fytt ma, an dhew bara a’s teva covath 100% ha hedhyw a wrussa gweles onan anedha witha an covath ma hag y gila y gelly. Nyns o dalleth da rag an Vorladron awos y dhe gelly Josh Caulfield pur a-varr y’n fytt dre garten velyn, ha Cardhana a gemeras prow a hemma a scorya assay y’n gornel, an pyth a veu treylyes – 7-0. Byttegyns, an Vorladron a omsettyas yn crev hag a veu pewashes yn unn sewya linen dewlel gans assay andreylyes y’n gornel. Y eth pella yn-rag nebes woja hemma pan vons y pewashes assay spal – 7-12. An Vorladron a’s teva niver a jonsow da woja hemma dhe scorya assayow moy, mes cabmwriansow y’n leow cabm hag yn ogas dhe linen Gardhana a gostyas an Vorladron yn ker. Ynwedh, ny wrussons y kemeres prow an dhew garten velyn res dhe Cardhana ogas dhe’n keth prys. An dhew bara a vatalyas yn tiwysyk dhe gavos an nessa scor, mes hanter-termyn a dheuth ha’n scor o whath 7-12.

This was expected to be the match of the week-end or perhaps the match of the season for the Pirates, but it didn’t work out like that. The first half was strewn with mistakes – by both teams. Line-outs lost or wasted, knock-ons and penalties enough. It certainly wasn’t a match at the top level. Ealing were the first to score when they crossed the line in the corner following a line-out. Play was equal after this, still full of mistakes, and when the Pirates made a rare visit to the Ealing 22, they were rewarded with a penalty, which Will Cargill successfully converted. Unfortunately at this point, the Pirates lost Luke Scully, who was helped from the field with an injury to his leg. In the last five minutes of the half, Ealing put a lot of pressure on the Pirates and following three penalties and a warning to the Pirates from the referee, Ealing scored again in the corner. The conversion was missed but this score signalled half-time with the score 3-12.
Hemma a veu desevys bos fyt an bennseythen po martesen fyt an seson rag an Vorladron, mes ny wrug e’ wharvos avel henna. An kensa hanter a veu kescarys gans camwriansow – gans an dhew bara. Linennow tewlel kellys po scollyes, pelyow knoukyes yn-rag ha spalyow lowr. Nyns o fytt yn tevry orth an uhella nivel. Ealing o an kensa dhe scorya pan wrussons tremena an linen a-jy dhe bymp mynysen y’n gornel yn unn sewya linen dewlel. Gwary o egwal woja hemma, whath leun a gamwriansow, ha pan wrug an Vorladron gul vysyt tanow dhe’n 22 Ealing, i a veu pewashes gans spal, an pyth a wrug Will Cargill treylya yn sewen. Trueth orth an pols ma, an Vorladron a gollas Luke Scully, neb a veu gwerys dhyworth an park gans brew dh’y ar. Yn diwettha pymp mynysen an hanter, Ealing a worras meur a wask war an Vorladron hag yn unn sewya tri spal ha gwarnyans dhe’n Vorladron dhyworth an breusydh, Ealing a scoryas arta y’n gornel. An treylyans a veu kellys mes an scor ma a sinelas hanter termyn gans an scor 3-12.

With the Pirates seeking their third win in a row, they started well but after 4 minutes and against the run of play, the Blues intercepted a pass and ran 70m under the Pirates’ post – 0-7. However, it wasn’t long before the Pirates replied with a try of their own, scored in the corner by Robin Wedlake. Luke Scully was unable to convert the difficult kick – 5-7. Gradually the Pirates started to dominate. The Pirates were awarded a penalty and Luke Sully found touch on the 5-metre line. The Pirates won the line-out and from the rolling maul, Dan Frost scored. Again, Luke Scully was unable to convert the difficult kick. 28 minutes – 10-7. Then the Pirates scored two tries in quick succession – on 34 minutes by Marlen Walker, again from a clever line-out move, and on 37 minutes by Josh Caulfield, who knocked four defenders out of the way to score under the posts. 22-7 and a bonus point to the Pirates before half-time.
Gans an Vorladron ow whilas aga thressa gwayn yn rew, y a dhallathas yn ta mes woja peder mynysen ha warbydn resek an gwary, An Lesyon a gontrewaytyas delivrans ha ponya 70m yn-dann pelyow an Vorladron – 0-7. Byttegyns, nyns o pell kens an Vorladron dhe wortheby gans assay a’ga honan scoryes y’n gornel gans Robin Wedlake. Ny alja Luke Scully treylya an pot cales – 5-7. Tamm ha tamm an Vorladron a dhallathas gwarthevya. An Vorladron a veu pewashes spal ha Luke Scully a gavas tuch war an linen 5-metre. An Vorladron a waynyas an linen dewlel ha dhyworth an omdowl rolya, Dan Frost a scoryas. Arta, Luke Scully ny alja treylya an pot cales. 28 mynysen – 10-7. Ena An Vorladron a scoryas dew assay moy yn rew uskis – orth 34 mynysen gans Marlen Walker, arta dhyworth movyans creftus y’n linen dewlel, hag orth 37 mynysen gans Josh Caulfield, neb a gnoukyas peswar defendyer ‘mes an fordh dhe scorya yn-dann an peulyow. 22-7 ha poynt mas dhe’n Vorladron kens hanter-termyn.

After the brilliant win the last week-end, there was great hope that the Pirates would be successful again this week-end, but the Athletic Park is a difficult place to get a win. The Pirates kicked off and after collecting their own kick, they went very close to scoring, when Shae Tucker received the ball, and brushing aside a couple of defenders, slipped just a couple of metres from the line. Not long after this, Robin Wedlake only failed to score in the corner when he lost the ball in a tackle. Then, Richmond were penalised in front of the posts. Luke Scully put the Pirates ahead with the boot – 3-0. Seven minutes later JB Bruzulier saw a gap in the defence and scored the first try, which was not converted – 8-0. Richmond now made some dangerous attacks, but the Pirates held fast. However, Richmond were awarded a penalty five minutes before half-time, but Tom Hodgson’s kick went across the face of the posts, and the scored remained the same until half-time.
Wosa an gwayn splann an bennseythen kens, yth esa gwaytyans meur y fia an Vorladron sewen arta an bennseythen ma, mes an Park Athletek yw le cales dhe waynya. An Vorladron a gemeras an kensa pot ha woja cuntell aga fot aga honen, y eth pur ogas dhe scorya, pan dhegemeras Shae Tucker an bel hag yn unn scubella a-denewen copel a dhefendyoryon a slynkyas copel a vetrow dhiworth an linen. Nyns o pell woja hemma, ny wrug Robin Wedlake fyllel scorya y’n gornel marnas dre gelly an bel yn dalhen. Ena, pan veu Richmond spalys a-dherag an peulyow. Luke Scully a worras an Vorladron yn-rag gans y bot – 3-0. Seyth mynysen woja hemma J. Bruzulier a welas ajy y’n defens Richmond ha scorya an kensa assay mes ny veu hemma treylyes – 8-0. Richmond lebmyn a wrug nebes omsettyans peryllys, mes an Vorladron a omsynsas fast. Byttegyns, Richmond a veu pewashes spal pymp mynysen kens hanter-termyn, mes pot Tom Hodgson eth a-dreus fas an peulyow, ha’n scor a drigas an keth bys yn hanter-termyn.

The Pirates started the second half with J. Bruzulier at Nr. 9, caused through an injury to Alex Schwarz. After 4 minutes, Arwel Robson put the Pirates further ahead with a penalty but Coventry returned with a well taken try to close the gap to 12-16. The Pirates replied well, and after a series of strong scrums, J. Bruzulier sent Robson over the line in the corner. The try he himself converted to bring the score to 12-23. But this wasn’t enough to think that the game was won, because Tommy Wyatt saw a yellow card for a needless contact on a Coventry player, following which, Coventry scored a converted try close to the posts. But the Pirates held firm and after Kiri Kiri had made a strong run into Coventry territory, he passed the ball to Shae Tucker who scored under the posts. Will Cargill converted the try and this was the last score of the game. Final score – Coventry 19, The Cornish Pirates 30.
An Vorladron a dhallathas an nessa hanter gans J Bruzulier orth nr. 9, skilys dre vrew dhe Alex Schwarz. Woja 4 mynsen, Arwel Robson a worras An Vorladron pella yn-rag gans spal, mes Coventry a dhewhelis gans assay kemerys yn-ta dhe dhegea an bulgh dhe 12-16. An Vorladron a worthebis yn-ta, ha woja kevres a skyrmysyow crev, J, Bruzulier an dhanvonas Robson dres an linen y’n gornel. An assay ma ev a dreylyas y honan dhe dhri an scor dhe 12-23. Mes nyns o hemma lowr dhe bredery bos an gam gwaynyes, drefen Tommy Wyatt dhe weles carten velyn rag kestav anres war warier Coventry, yn unn sewya an pyth, Coventry a scoryas assay treylyes ogas dhe’n peulyow. Mes An Vorladron a omsynjas fast ha woja Kiri Kiri dhe wul resek crev y’n tiredh Coventry, ev a dhelivras an bel dhe Shae Tucker neb a scoryas yn-dadn an peulyow. Will Cargill a dreylyes an assay, ha henna o diwettha scor an gam. Scor finel – Coventry 19, An Vorladron Gernewek 30.

The Pirates started the second half somewhat on the back foot, being under a lot of pressure from Richmond – insomuch so that they received a yellow card. However, the defence held firm and repelled every attack. Gradually, the Pirates started to create scoring chances, and Rory Parata, following a ruck in front of the Richmond posts, flicked the ball along the line to Maliq Holden, who scored in the corner. The conversion was unsuccessful due to the wind, but the score was now 13-0. With the clock on 59 minutes, a rolling maul following a line-out saw Tom Duncan break clear and score close to the posts. This time Luke Scully was successful with the conversion – 20-0. Richmond fought hard and were rewarded with a converted try – 20-7. Still Richmond were not finished and attacked strongly again but they conceded a penalty. The Pirates worked their way up field and Kiri Kiri after beating two defenders, passed the ball to Matt Bolwell, who scored under the posts, giving Harry Bazalgette an easy conversion to make the score 27-7 and a bonus point win to the Pirates.
An Vorladron a dhallathas an nessa hanter nebes war an troos delergh, yn-dann meur a wask dhiworth Richmond – yn mar veur dell wrussons y kavos carten velyn. Byttegyns, an defens a omsynsas cref ha fetha pub omsettyans. Tamm ha tamm, an Vorladron a dhallathas creatya chonsow dhe scorya, ha Rory Parata, yn un sewya tervans a-dherag an peulyow Richmond, a flyckyas an bel a-hes an linen dhe Maliq Holden, neb a scoryas y’n gornel. Nyns o an treylyans sewen der an gwyns crev mes an scor o lebmyn 13-0. Gans an clock orth 59 mynysen, omdowl rolyans yn unn sewya linen dewlel a welas Tom Duncan omderry cler ha scorya ogas dhe’n peulyow. An dro ma Luke Scully ow sewen gans an treylyans – 20-0. Richmond a vatalyas yn cref hag a veu pewashes gans assay treylyes – 20-7. Whath na veu Richmond gorfennys hag omsettya yn crev arta, mes y a dhascoras spal. An Vorladron a oberas aga forth a-hys an park ha Kiri Kiri woja fetha dhew dhefendyer, a dhelivras an bel the Matt Bolwell, neb a scoryas yn-dann an peulyow, yn unn ry Harry Bazalgette treylyans es dhe wul an scor 27-7 ha gwayn poynt mas dhe’n Vorladron.

After the two losses against Doncaster and Ealing, the desire to win this game was strong. Although there were a number of changes in the team – because of the amount of injuries received by the players, it was still a strong team. Amongst those for the match was Harry Davey and Hayden King making their first appearance for the season, the return of Tom Cowan-Dickie on the bench and Will Butler on loan from Worcester. Nottingham started very strongly and after attacking the Pirates line and three straight penalties, they got their first three points. But it wasn’t long before the Pirates kept possession of the ball and in the 7th minute Dan Frost a scored the first try, which was converted by Will Cargill. Soon the Pirates scored again through Harry Davey who chased a grubber from Rob Wedlake to score in the corner. A few minutes after this, Harry scored again to bring the score to 3-19. The Pirates were controlling the game and after 34 minutes, Tommy Wyatt scored the bonus point try, to bring the score at half-time to 3-26.
Woja an dhew goll warbydn Cardhana hag Ealing, yth esa whans crev dhe waynya an fyt ma. Kynth esa niver a janjyow y’n para – awos myns a vrewyon degemerys gans an warioryon, whath yth o para dha. Yn-mysk an re na rag an fyt ni a welas Harry Davey ha Hayden King ow cul aga hensa omdhisquedhyans rag an seson, dewhelans a Tom Cowan-Dickie war an scown ha Will Butler yn benfyk dhyworth Carwigoryon. Nottingham a dhallathas en maner pur grev ha woja omsettyans war linen an Vorladron – ha tri spal yn rew – i a gavas aga hensa tri foynt. Mes nyns o pell kens an Vorladron dhe witha perhenieth an bel hag y’n 7ves mynysen, Dan Frost a scoryas an kensa assay, hag a veu treylyes gans Will Cargill. Scon an Vorladron a scoryas arta dre Harry Davey neb a jassyas caja myjer dhyworth Rob Wedlake dhe scorya y’n Corner. Nebes mynysen a’y woja, Harry a scoryas arta dhe dhry an scor dhe 3-19. Yth esa An Vorladron ow controlya an gam ha woja 34 mynysen, Tommy Wyatt a scoryas an assay poynt mas, dhe ry an scor dhe hanter termyn, 3-26.

He heard behind his head a creaking and scraping sound. Raising himself on one arm he looked, and saw now in the pale light that they were in a kind of passage which behind them turned a corner. Round the corner a long arm was groping, walking on its fingers towards Sam, who was lying nearest, and towards the hilt of the sword that lay upon him.
A-dryv dhy benn, ev a glywas son ow kwighya hag ow kravas. Ev a omsevis dre unn vregh ha mires, hag ev a welas lemmyn dre’n golow disliw i dhe vos yn hel a neb eghenn a dreylyas yn unn gornella a-dryv dhedha. Dres an korn yth esa bregh hir ow palvala, ow kerdhes dre hy bysies war-tu ha Sam esa ow korwedha nessa dhedhi, ha war-tu ha dornla an kledha a worwedhas warnodho.

At last they came to a narrow gate in a thick hedge. Nothing could be seen of the house in the dark: it stood back from the lane in the middle of a wide circle of lawn surrounded by a belt of low trees inside the outer hedge. Frodo had chosen it, because it stood in an out-of-the-way corner of the country, and there were no other dwellings close by. You could get in and out without being noticed. It had been built a long while before by the Brandybucks, for the use of guests, or members of the family that wished to escape from the crowded life of Brandy Hall for a time. It was an old-fashioned countrified house, as much like a hobbit-hole as possible: it was long and low, with no upper storey; and it had a roof of turf, round windows, and a large round door.
Wostiwedh, i a gavas yet gul yn ke tew. Ny allsons i gweles an chi y’n tewlder: ev a sevis dhe-ves diworth an bownder yn mysk kylgh efan a wels, kyrghynnys gans gwydh isel a-ji dhe’n ke. Frodo re’n dewisis drefenn ev dhe vos desedhys yn kornell gosel an pow, ha nyns esa annedh arall vyth nes dhodho. Y hyllir mos a-ji hag yn-mes heb bos gwelys. Ev re beu drehevys nans o termyn hir gans an Brandibukow rag gwestoryon, po rag eseli a’n teylu re vynnsa mos dhe-ves diworth bywnans bysi Hel brandi dre bols. Chi gis koth o, chi a’n powdir, kepar ha toll-hobyt kemmys hag y hyllir y wul: hir hag isel o, gans unn leur ha to a wels, fenestri kylghyek ha daras a-rag kylghyek bras.

I had not had a cold shower for years. I had not had a shower of any description since Day One. David wasn’t the only one who stank. Having filled the watering can, I stood in the corner near the tap – over the small drain – and, lifting the can above my head, played the sprinkling water over my grimy, sweaty and bloody body. I shivered from the shock of the cold water but, almost immediately, felt refreshed and reinvigorated. The muck that was caked on my skin and in my hair fell away – thanks to some fragrant soap that I was using liberally – and that, I presumed, had also been ‘liberated’ from the gatekeeper’s residence. David’s dead eyes observed the cleansing of my body with no obvious emotion. In the back of my mind, I knew that I had to get David cleaned up if ever I were to be able to pass him off as a living soul – and effect an escape from the ‘war- zone’. How much resistance to this would he put up when I insisted on this? Having dried myself – using an equally ‘liberated’ towel – I stood looking at David. He returned the stare. (He was, at least, exceptionally good at that.) “David?” I said. “Your turn now – you’re a very dirty little boy!” He seemed to like being babied by me. Maybe it evoked some distant memory of his childhood, when Mum used to scold us for being such ‘grubs’ (which we were). I can’t be sure, of course, but, in any event, he rose to his feet and approached. He stood in front of me like a small child who could not undo his buttons. (In fact, I think he may have lost so much dexterity that this task was now beyond him.) I started to undo his blood-stained rags and he did not offer a protest. Soon, he stood naked and, like a small child, waited obediently for his bath. I gently bathed his greying skin, patched with tape the odd tear in his flesh that he had suffered as a result of recent carnal activities – and then shed a tear over what had become of my handsome brother.
Ny gemmersen kowas yeyn a-dhia nebes blydhynnyow. Ny gemmersen kowas vyth a-dhia Dydh Onan. Nyns o Davydh an huni unnik gans fler euthyk. Lenwys an kafas dowr, yth esen a’m sav y’n gornell ogas dhe’n tapp – hag a- ugh an sygerva byghan. Ha my drehevys an kafas a-ugh ow fenn, my a skoellyas an dowr ow stifa war ow horf goesek, meur y lastedhes ha’y hwys. Skruth an dowr yeyn a’m gwrug degrena mes, ogas a-dhistowgh, my a omglywo bos refreshyes ha dasnerthys. Y koedhas dhe-ves an most re via kalesys war ow kroghen hag y’m blew – gras dhe nebes sebon, hweg y ethenn, may hwren devnydh meur anodho. An sebon ma re via ‘delivrys’ ynwedh dhiworth chi an porther, dell grysen. Yth esa dewlagas marow Davydh owth attendya glanheans a’m korf, heb movyans vyth apert. Y’n delergh ow brys, my a wodhya bos res dhe Dhavydh bos glanhes mar pe possybyl dhe omwul y vos enev byw – ha diank ‘greugys an vresel’. Pygemmys defens a via dhiworto dh’y gowas pan deris vy? Ow kul devnydh a dowell (‘delivrys’ yn kepar maner), my a omsyghas ha sevel ena ow mires orth Davydh. Ev a settyas y dremmynn warnav. (Ev a ylli, dhe’n lyha, gul henna pur dha.) “’Dhavydh?” yn-medhav. “Dha dro jy yth yw lemmyn – meppik pur blos osta!” Yth heveli bos da ganso pan y’n dyghtyis kepar ha baban. Martesen, y trosa dh’y vrys kov hanter-ankevys a’y flogoleth. Y hwre Mamm agan deraylya drefenn agan bos ‘kontron’ (ha henn o gwir). Ny allav bos sur, heb mar, mes, yn neb kas, ev a sevis yn-bann hag omneshe dhymm. Yth esa a’y sav a-dheragov vy kepar ha flogh byghan na ylli diswul y votonyow. (Yn hwir, possybyl o y kollsa kemmys sleyghneth yn y diwdhorn ma na ylli na fella gul an oberenn ma.) My a dhallathas diswul y bilennow re via nammys yn town gans goes ha nyns esa krodhvol vyth dhiworto ev. Yn skon, ev a sevi noeth a-dheragov ha, kepar ha fleghik, gortos yn unn wostydh rag y dronkys. Yn tov, my a badhyas y groghen loes ha kloutya gans tapa nebes skwardyow yn y geher godhevys a-gynsow drefenn y vywderyow karnal. Ena, my a dhellos dager drefenn tenkys ow broder teg.

I had bivouacked several times in the vast tracts of bushland that surrounded this base and, I believed, still had a rough idea of how to get from base to inaccessible bush (if ever the opportunity presented itself.) Indeed, I had done several map-and-compass navigation exercises in that area. Did I still have a mental picture of the topographic maps I had used some years before? Well, no, that would be stretching it a little. But I did remember the names of one or two of the areas I’d been put in – as well as the sort of topography to expect in those areas and how to make my way round. David and I had been placed in the same cell. Obviously, they had realised he posed no threat to me. I wasn’t then sure if army lockups are any worse than civilian ones – I hadn’t been in a civilian prison previously (except at Port Arthur). This one, however, consisted of bare concrete and two thin mattresses for bedding. There was a bucket in the corner for ablutions and a solid steel door. I wasn’t warming to these facilities. As I lay there, in that cell, mining my memory banks for potentially useful, half- remembered, scraps of information, a guard’s voice shouted something unintelligible and the door was opened. The guard shouted “get back against the wall” and a woman appeared on the scene. She was wearing a white lab coat over a neatly pressed military uniform. She was an officer – a lieutenant, I thought. I felt the urge to salute her – but the need for that particular charade had now passed and I resisted the urge. This woman was an impressive sight. Tall, commanding and (apparently) severe. Her hair was cut reasonably short and pulled tightly away from her face. Very striking – but not really pretty. I took David’s hand – just in case he had thought of snacking on her. “You are both required for the Captain’s first lecture. You will be transferred into a portable cage – and restrained as may be required.” Behind her, in the hallway, I could see three very large soldiers – each with a fuckin’ cattle-prod! “Okay, lady,” I thought. “I’ll come quietly.” I wasn’t so sure about David.
My re gampsa yn harow lies prys yn efandrow pur vras an gwylvos esa oll a-dro dhe’n selva ha, dell grysyn, yth esa hwath dhymm neb tybyans yn kever an fordhow gwiw rag drehedhes sornow ankoth an gwylvos dhiworth an selva. (Mar pe chons dhymm y’n termyn a dhothya.) Yn hwir, y hwrussen vy lies omassayans a navygasyon y’n tyller na, ow kul devnydh a gompas ha mappa. Esa dhymm hwath skeusenn y’m brys an mappow topografiethek na? An re a wrussen gul anedha? Wel, na. Henn a via ystynnans re hir. Byttegyns, my a wrug perthi kov a nebes henwyn-tyller, an tyllerow le may fien gorrys nans o nebes blydhynnyow. My a wodhya keffrys eghenn an topografieth a yllyn gwaytya y’n leow ma ha dell yllyn navyga ena. Gorrys y’n keth bagh re via Davydh ha my. Yn apert, y hwodhyens nag esa Davydh danjer vyth dhymmo vy. Ena, nyns en sur mars o an prisonyow breselyek gwettha es an re dynasek. Ny vien kyns yn prison dynasek – a-der Porth Arthur. Byttegyns, y’n huni ma, yth esa leur gwrys a gentevynn lomm ha warnodho diw golghesow moen. Yth esa keffrys kelorn y’n korn, rag tronkys, ha daras gwrys a dhur tew. Ny gara meur oll an kommodytas ma. Ha my gorwedhys ena, y’n vagh na, ow kul devnydh a’m brys kepar ha bal rag kovyow dhe les mes hanter-ankevys, rag temmyn a dherivadow, lev gwithyas a armas neppyth na yllyn konvedhes – hag an daras dhur a veu igerys. Y karmas ev: “Gwrewgh sevel erbynn an paros!” Ha, gans henna, y teuth benyn y’n vagh. Yth esa hi ow kwiska kota gwynn an abrovji hag yn-danno uniform breselek, pur gempenn y levna. Soedhek o hi – leftenant, dell grysyn. A-dhistowgh, yth esa ynnians a-berth ynnov vy rag ri dhedhi salusyans – mes nyns esa na fella edhomm rag an fayntys na – hag ytho y thremenas an ynnians heb salusyans vyth. Gwel frappyans o an venyn ma: hir, kales hy fas mes komond meur yn hy cher. Berr lowr o hy blew – ha tennys fast dhe-ves hy fas. Frappyans, ya – mes nyns o hi yn hwir teg. My a gemmeras leuv Davydh – rag gwitha orth y wul boes anedhi. “Res yw dhywgh, an dhew, bos kemmerys dhe’n kynsa areth an Kapten. Hwi a vydh gorrys yn kowell degadow – ha konstrynys mar fydh edhomm a henna.” Y hyllyn gweles, a-dhelergh dhedhi y’n hel, tri souder pur vras – pub huni gans pok-jatel euthyk y’ga diwla! “Da lowr, A Vestres,” a brederis. “Yn kosel a wrav dos.” (Nyns en mar sur a-dro dhe Davydh.)

The Cornish Pirates v. Ampthill -- After back-to-back losses, a win this week-end was very important – both for the players and the supporters. It was Ampthill who scored first. Following two consecutive penalties given away by The Pirates inside the first four minutes, Ampthill kicked to the corner and from a ‘catch and drive’ move, they scored an unconverted try. It was The Pirates turn to score next when Ampthill gave away a penalty in front of the posts. The Pirates chose the kick at goal, and Arwel Robson made no mistake, 3-5. Both teams continued to attack but many of the Pirates’ positive moves failed either by penalties or mistakes. It was Ampthill again who were next to score, which they did after another penalty given away by the Pirates, and following a 5-metre line-out they scored their second unconverted try, 3-10. The Pirates attacked strongly and after their rolling maul was held up, they succeeded with their second chance, when Will Crane was driven over the line. It seemed that this would be the score at half-time, but again The Pirates gave away a penalty in front of the posts – which also saw a yellow card – and the two teams left the field with the score 10-13. The second half proved to be in reality the same as the first, with both teams attacking fiercely, but through stout defending, without change to the score board. The half continued thus and it seemed certain that Ampthill would score, but they were unable to cross the line. Then with 7 minutes left on the clock, The Pirates gave away a further penalty and at the same time, seeing a yellow card for a deliberate knock-on. With one forward down for the remainder of the match and Ampthill in the red zone, a loss seemed certain. Ampthill saw their chance and kicked for the cornel. Perhaps this situation raised The Pirates’ will for they defended these last 7 minutes with everything they had. In the last minute, with The Pirates defending on their 5-metre line, they managed to steal the ball and gradually work their way up the field. With the clock deep in the red, they had succeeded in reaching the Ampthill 22 and still advancing, a quick ball was passed to Robin Wedlake, who scored in the corner. Although the conversion attempt failed, The Pirates had won 15-13!
Woja collow keyn dhe geyn, gwayn an bennseythen ma o pur bosek – rag an para ha’n scoodhyoryon maga ta. Yth o Ampthill neb a ygoras an scoryans. Yn udn sewya dew spal yn rew res dhe-ves gans An Vorladron a-jy an kensa peder mynysen, Ampthill a botyas dhe’n gornel ha dhyworth an movyans ‘cachya ha lewyas’ y a scoryas assay andreylyes. Yth o tro An Vorladron scorya nessa pan wrug Ampthill ry dhe ves spal adherag an peulyow. An Vorladron a dhewisas an pot orth gol, ha ny wrug Arwel Robson fyllel, 3-5. An dhew bara a besya omsettya mes lies movyans posedhek gans An Vorladron a fyllis dre po spalyow po camwriansow. Yth o Ampthill arta neb o an nessa dhe scorya, an pyth a wrussons y woja ken spal bos res dhe-ves gans an Vorladron, hag yn udn sewya linen-dewlel 5-meter y a scoryas aga nessa assay andreylyes, 3-10. An Vorladron a omsettyas yn crev ha woja aga omdowl-rolya bos synjys yn-badn, y a sewenis gans aga nessa chons, pan ve Will Crane herdhyes dres an linen rag assay treylyes gans Robson. Y hevely dell via hebma an scor dhe hanter-termyn, mes arta An Vorladron a ros dhe-ves spal a-dherag an peulyow – an pyth a welas ynwedh carten velyn – hag an dhew bara a asas an park gans an scor 10-13. An nessa hanter a brovas bos yn gwir an keth avel an kensa, gans an dhew bara owth omsettya yn fell, mes dre dhefendya stowt, heb chanj dhe’n bord scorya. An hanter a besya yndella hag yn fenowgh y hevely bos certan y whrussa Ampthill scorya, mes ny aljens y tremena an linen. Ena gans 7 mynysen gesys war an clock, An Vorladron a ros dhe ves spal pella hag yn kettermyn, gweles carten velyn rag knoukya yn-rag dre dowl. Gans fowt a udn voward rag remenant an fyt hag Ampthill owth omsettya y’n parth rudh, coll a hevely bos certain. Ampthill a welas aga chons ha potya rag an gornel. Martesen an studh ma a sevis both An Vorladron rag y dhe dhefendya an diwettha 7 mynysen ma gans keniver tra esa gansa. Y’n diwettha mynysen, gans An Vorladron ow tefendya war aga linen 5-meter, y a spedas ladra an bel ha tabm ha tabm a dhallathas dhe obery aga fordh yn-badn an park. Gans an clock down y’n rudh, y a wrussa seweny drehedhes an 22 Ampthill ha whath owth avonsya, bel uskis a ve delivrys dhe Robin Wedlake, neb a scoryas yn gornel. Kyn whrug an attent treylyans fyllel, An Vorladron re waynsa 15-13!

David stepped towards me and gently lifted the cat from my grip. The cat instantly calmed down. The fucking thing started purring as he held it! Another of the zombies came forward and seemingly begged David to pass it over. “Gween”? Was this a word? Was this the cat’s name? Can’t say – I never did hear a zombie, any zombie, utter another syllable – at that time. I was having trouble getting my head around the situation: I was in a fetid den with a bunch of zombies – many of whom had, no doubt, recently slaughtered and eaten their fellow students – and now they were fussing over this rotten cat just like so many old women! The Catholic church almost exterminated the domestic cat in Europe during the Middle Ages – on the basis that it was the servant of the Devil or some such. What a load of superstitious nonsense, eh? Eh? Despite the coolness of our welcome, David seemed intent on spending the night among his fellows – and amid the rank, decaying filth that lay all about. “Nice little place you got here, Fellas,” I said. “I like the way you’ve decorated it.” No response. Zombies apparently have no sense of irony. But I knew I would be safe there – and nowhere else but where David was. So, I stayed. But I didn’t actually get any sleep. You might think I was nervous about one of my co-residents suddenly requiring a midnight snack. But no! I was now quite certain that David’s presence protected me absolutely from zombie attack. What kept me awake was that friggin’ tortoiseshell cat. It parked itself in the opposite corner of the room and kept me under constant observation. I could see its wide green eyes glowing in the dark. Whenever I chanced to close my own eyes, it was on the move, creeping ever closer to me. When I opened them again, it retreated. “This is ridiculous,” I thought. “It’s just a little pussy cat. You need some sleep, Pete.”
Davydh a dheuth ogas dhymm ha drehevel an gath yn jentyl dhiworth ow gavel. A-dhistowgh, an gath eth ha bos kosel. An dra euthyk ma a dhallathas purrya hag ev hy dalgennys! Huni arall yntr’an zombis a dheuth yn-rag ha pledya gans Davydh rag hy ri dhodho. “Gwin”? O hemma ger gwir? O hemma hanow an gath? Ny allav leverel – ny glywis nevra zombi vyth leverel syllabenn arall – y’n tor’ na. Kales o my dhe wonvedhes an studh: yth esov yn fow fleurys gans bagas zombis – hag i ledhys a-gynsow (ha dybrys) aga hesstudhyoryon – ha, lemmyn, yth esens ow fysla a-dro dhe’n gath vreyn ma kepar dell wra fysla keniver benynes koth! Namna dhifeudhas an eglos Gatholik an gath dovhes yn Europa dres an Oesow Kres – drefenn hy bos gwas an jowl po neppyth haval. Ass o bern flows euvergryjyk, a nyns o ev? Dar? Yn despit dhe yeynder agan dynnargh, yth heveli Davydh dhe ervira tremena an nos yn mysk y gowetha – hag yn mysk an lastedhes mosek hag ow pedri esa ow korwedha oll a-dro. “Ass yw hemma trigva hweg, ow sos,” yn-medhav. “Da yw genev an fordh may hwrussowgh hy afina.” Gorthyp vyth. Yn apert, nyns eus syns a eseth dhe zombis. Byttegyns, my a wodhya ow bos salow ena – ha le arall vyth saw mayth esa Davydh. Ytho, my a remaynyas. Mes, yn hwir, ny ylli koska. Possybyl yw ty dhe grysi ow bos nervus yn kever edhomm dhe’m kestrigoryon a gavoes a- dhesempis kroust-hanternos. Mes nyns o yndella! Y’n tor’ na, yth en poran sertan ow bos gwithys yn tien erbynn omsettyans an zombis gans lok Davydh. An dra a wrug dhymm triga difun o an gath driliw euthyk na. Hi re ombarksa yn korn an stevell ha’m gwitha prest war arhwithrans. My a ylli gweles hy dewlagas glas ledan a wolowi y’n tewlder. Peskweyth may tegeis ow dewlagas, hi a dhallathas gwaya, ow pedrevanas yn-nes dhymmo vy. Peskweyth mayth aga tasigeris, hi a wrug kildenna. “Ass yw hemma gokki,” a brederis vy. “Nyns yw a-der kathik vyghan. Res yw dhis nebes kosk, ‘Beder.” 43

Expect an eclectic mix of high energy ‘keep you on the move’ music, delivered back-to-back from either end of the beach and around the harbour plus acts on every street corner, and in every bar and restaurant.
Gwaytyewgh kemmysk eklektek a ilow ughel hy nerth a wra agas 'gwitha ow kwaya', delivrys hys dhe hys dhyworth an eyl penn a'n treth dh'y gila hag a-dro dhe'n porth, keffrys ha performyansow orth pub kornel stret hag yn pub barr ha bosti.

There were many Bagginses and Boffins, and also many Tooks and Brandybucks; there were various Grubbs (relations of Bilbo Baggins’ grandmother), and various Chubbs (connexions of his Took grandfather); and a selection of Burrowses, Bolgers, Bracegirdles, Brockhouses, Goodbodies, Hornblowers and Proudfoots. Some of these were only very distantly connected with Bilbo, and some of them had hardly ever been in Hobbiton before, as they lived in remote corners of the Shire. The Sackville-Bagginses were not forgotten. Otho and his wife Lobelia were present. They disliked Bilbo and detested Frodo, but so magnificent was the invitation card, written in golden ink, that they had felt it was impossible to refuse. Besides, their cousin, Bilbo, had been specializing in food for many years and his table had a high reputation.
Yth esa meur a dus diworth an teyluyow Bagyns ha Bofyn, Tuk ha Brandibuk, yth esa nebes tus a’n teylu Grub (unnwoes gans mamm-wynn Bylbo), ha Chub (kevrennys gans y das-gwynn Tuk); ha dewis diworth an teyluyow Burows, Bolger, Breyssgerdel, Broghaws, Gudbodi, Hornblower, ha Prawdfut. Nyns esa marnas kevrenn gwann gans Bylbo dhe nebes anedha, ha skant ny wrug nebes anedha dos dhe Hobyton kyns, drefenn i dhe driga yn gornellow pell an Shayr. Nyns o an Sakvyl-Bagynsow ankovhas. Yth esa Otho ha’y wreg Lobilia ena. Nyns o Bylbo da gansa ha kas o gansa a Frodo, mes an galow o mar splann, skrifys gans ynk owrek, ma na allsons i y nagha. Yn neb kas aga henderow, Bylbo, re wrug boes da dre lies blydhen, hag yth esa gerda da dh’y voes.

After the feast (more or less) came the Speech. Most of the company were, however, now in a tolerant mood, at that delightful stage which they called ‘filling up the corners’. They were sipping their favourite drinks, and nibbling at their favourite dainties, and their fears were forgotten. They were prepared to listen to anything, and to cheer at every full stop.
Wosa an boes (po moy po le) a dheuth an areth. Yth esa gnas perthek dhe vrassa rann an bagas lemmyn, yth esens i orth an studh splann henwys ‘ow lenwel an gornellow’. Yth esens i owth eva an diwosow o gwell dhedha, ow sawra an medhelderyow o gwell dhedha, aga own ankevys. I o parys dhe woslow orth neppyth, ha dhe lowengarm dhe bub hedh.