late afternoons oor Kornies

late afternoons

Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

androweythyow

Soortgelyke frases

late afternoon
androw

voorbeelde

termyn ynter ardak dohajydh ha prys koen afternoon, late afternoon; evening
androw (liesplek) ~yow (hanow gorow)

late afternoons
/ androweythyow / / /

late afternoon
/ androw / / /

(hkg.) termyn ynter ardak dohajydh ha prys koen afternoon, late afternoon; evening
androw, ~yow

termyn ynter ardak dohajydh ha prys koen afternoon, late afternoon; evening
androw, ~yow [hanow kadarn gorow]

late afternoon androw, ~yow
late afternoon androw, ~yow

Inside Bag End, Bilbo and Gandalf were sitting at the open window of a small room looking out west on to the garden. The late afternoon was bright and peaceful. The flowers glowed red and golden: snap-dragons and sun-flowers, and nasturtiums trailing all over the turf walls and peeping in at the round windows.
A-ji dhe Bag End, yth esa Bylbo ha Gandalf a’ga esedh orth fenester igor stevell vyghan, ow mires war-tu ha’n west dres an lowarth. An dohajydh diwedhes o splann ha kosel. An bleujennow a wolowas rudh hag owrek: dragones-krakk ha bleujennow-howl, ha nasturshyns ow krambla oll a-dreus an fosow a donn hag ow kyki a-ji orth an fenestri kylghek.

afternoon n. or 'in the a.' dohajedh /ˌdɔhə'ʤeːð/ m. - yow PC, Lh; late a. androw m. -yow /'ændrɔ/ PC. It is not customary to wish s.one a good afternoon. Instead use dedh da or durdadhewhei from around 10 a.m. until evening.
afternoon n. or 'in the a.' dohajedh /ˌdɔhə'ʤeːð/ m. - yow PC, Lh; late a. androw m. -yow /'ændrɔ/ PC. It is not customary to wish s.one a good afternoon. Instead use dedh da or durdadhewhei from around 10 a.m. until evening.

Did that make him, comparatively, a mental giant among zombies? Possibly. Not sure. But, contrary to popular belief, this particular zombie, my twin brother, had a discernible intelligence. He was no mere automaton, driven by some base instincts alone. That said, he was not about to win any awards for higher learning – nor for philanthropy (unless, by philanthropy, you mean someone who loves the taste of other men.) In any event, the suggestion of going to the cemetery had struck some chord deep within David’s psyche. He put out his hand and placed it in mine. I took this to mean he wanted to be taken there. So, we turned around and headed North along Lygon Street. Melbourne General Cemetery was, maybe, 10 to 15 minutes gentle stroll away. o0o It was late afternoon and the sun was low in the sky. One or two of the streetlights came on as we walked. I marvelled that, despite the chaos and destruction, simple things like streetlights continued to work. David continued to hold my hand. It was cold. Did he draw warmth from me? Some comfort, perhaps. Don’t know. Zombies still roamed the streets, of course, but paid us no mind. Even outside the University precinct, I was still an honorary zombie, it seemed. We paused briefly at a vacant block where students used to park their cars, without permission, of course. My blue 1962 EJ Holden (HPC 933) was still there – but blocked in by about twenty other vehicles. Useless. A little further on, we passed the government building for motor vehicle registration. It had been burnt to the ground. Why? How? Don’t know. Maybe zombies don’t like government officials. A block further on, I saw an electric sign, still working – like the streetlights. It was above a solicitors’ office. The solicitors’ names were still written boldly in gold on the window. ‘Sic transit gloria’, I thought. I noticed that one of the letters in the sign was slightly crooked – a sign-writing error, I guessed. Was that significant? We paused as I peered through the window: a waiting area, with clients still seated, waiting!
A wrug henna dhodho, dre gomparyans, bos kowr skiansek yn mysk an zombis? Possybyl o. Nyns ov sur. Mes, dihaval dhe gryjyans gwerinek, yth esa dhe’n zombi arbennik ma, ow gevell, ow broder vy, poell a allsa bos dissernyes. Nyns o yn sempel kroadur omrewlys, drivyes gans gnas isel unnsel. Byttele, ny ylli Davydh gwaynya piwasow rag dyskas ughella – na rag dengerensa (marnas, dre ‘dengerensa’, ty a styr nebonan a gar blas an dus erell.) Yn neb kas, ow profyans dhodho mos dhe’n ynkleudhva o neppyth a sonas yn town yn kolonn Davydh. Ev a worras y leuv y’m huni. Henn a styryas ev dhe vynnes bos kemmerys bys di, dell grysyn. Ytho, ni a dreylyas dhe’n gledhbarth rag kerdhes arta a-hys Stret Lygon. Yth esa Penn-Ynkleudhva Melbourne rosyas es alemma dres 10 po 15 mynysenn. o0o Yth esa isel an howl y’n ebrenn. Gorthugher o. Onan po dew yntra golowys an stret re dhothya yn fyw ha ni kerhdys. Hwath meur o’w marth drefenn, yn despit dhe’n deray ha’n distruyans, yth esa traow sempel, kepar ha golowys an stret, ow pesya oberi. Yth esa Davydh hwath ow dalgenna ow leuv. Yeyn o y baw.. A ylli kavoes toemmder dhiworthiv? Neb konfort, martesen. Ny wonn. Yth esa zombis oll a-dro dhyn ni y’n stretow, heb mar. Byttegyns, ny wrens agan merkya, dell heveli. Kynth esen vy yn-mes klos an bennskol, zombi dre enor hwath en, yn apert. Ni a hedhis pols ogas dhe dir gwag le mayth esa parkyes kerri-tan studhyoryon,- heb kummyas, heb mar. Yth esa ena ow harr-tan ow honan, Holden gwrys yn 1962 ha glas y liw (HPC 933). Byttegyns, keys a-bervedh o gans ogas ha ugans karr arall. Euver yn tien. Nebes pella, ni a dremenas drehevyans governansel – rag kovskrifans an kerri- tan. Leskys dhe’n dor o. Praga? Fatell? Ny wonn. A ny gar an zombis soedhogyon governansel? Martesen. Nebes pella arta, my a welas arwoedh dredanek hwath yn fyw – kepar ha golowys an stret – a-ugh soedhva laghysi. Yth esa henwyn an laghysi hwath skrifys, yn lytherennow meur owrek, war fenestr an soedhva. ‘Sic transit gloria’, a brederis vy. My a verkyas bos kamm onan yntra lytherennow an arwoedh. Kammgemmeryans an skrifer-arwoedh, dell heveli. O hemma heb styryans? Ni a hedhis ha my mirys dre an fenestr: degemmerva – gans kliensow hwath esedhys, ow kortos! 61

Although we were fewer in number, due to Covid no doubt, the Agan Tavas Christmas Lunch at the Bridge Inn near Redruth was as enjoyable as ever. The food was excellent as always and we finished the afternoon by singing carols from the Cornish carol booklet compiled by the late Hilary Shaw.
Kyn ve agan nyver le an vledhen ma, awos bos Covid heb mar, Prys Ly Nadelek dhe’n Tavern Pons Resulyan a ve mar lowen avel usyes. An bos o da dres ehen del yw gwaytyas lemmyn hag y whrussyn gorfenna an dohajeth gans nebes canow Nadelek dhyworth an lyver gorrys warbarth gans Hilary Shaw us tremenys.

As we emerged from the DS hut we heard the hand-bell summoning us to the last lesson of the afternoon, ringing far away in the playground below. Then it stopped ringing – we would be late! As fate would have it, the last lesson was with the headmaster – a corpulent, pompous, and irascible Welshman. Still eating our cakes, we ran off downhill at top speed.
Ha ni ow kasa an bywdern, ni a glewas an klogh-dhorn orth agan gelwel dhe dhiwettha klass an dohajydh, ow seni y’n pelder y’n garth-gwari a-woles. Ena an senyans a hedhis – y fedhen ni diwedhes! Dell godhas, agan diwettha klass o kemerys gans an penndyskador – Kembro korfek, orgelus ha fyslek. Ow tybri hwath agan tesennow, ni a bonyas war-nans skaffa gyllyn.