main road oor Kornies

main road

naamwoord

A major road in a town or village, or in a country area.

Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

fordh veur

pennfordh

Soortgelyke frases

main roads
hynsow meur

voorbeelde

highway - main road
fordh veur ( feminine noun ) ( ) ( ) ( ) ( ) ( )

This road is safer than the main road. / Ages stresses the second syllable.
An fordh ma yw salwa ages an fordh veur. /

highway - main road
fordh veur feminine noun

highway - main road
fordh veur [hanow benow] [disamstyryans]

main roads
/ hynsow meur / / /

highway - main road
fordh veur [ hanow benow ]

main road
/ pennfordh / / /

main road
/ fordh veur / / /

This road is safer than the main road.
An fordh ma yw salwa ages an fordh veur.

The report says that the couple died together. An accident occurred on the main road on Thursday, the fourteenth of this month, at nine o’clock in the morning.
An derivas a lever y ferwis an dhewbries war-barth. Droglam a godhas war an fordh veur dy’Yow, an peswardhegves a’n mis ma, dhe naw eur y’n myttin.

motorway n. motorvorr f. -ow SWF M motorfordh; appr. or main road vorr veur f., pl. vorrow meur SWF M fordh veur; vorr vrâs f., pl. vorrow brâs SWF M fordh vras, fordhow bras
motorway n. motorvorr f. -ow SWF M motorfordh; appr. or main road vorr veur f., pl. vorrow meur SWF M fordh veur; vorr vrâs f., pl. vorrow brâs SWF M fordh vras, fordhow bras

The report says that the couple died together. An accident occurred on the main road on Thursday, the fourteenth of this month, at nine o’clock in the morning. / Dewbries, ‘couple’, has the emphasis on the ‘i.
An derivas a lever y ferwis an dhewbries war-barth. Droglam a godhas war an fordh veur dy’Yow, an peswardhegves a’n mis ma, dhe naw eur y’n myttin. / Droglam a hwarva...

The Bodmin class is held between 7pm and 9pm on Mondays in a pub called the Garland Ox in Higher Bore Street, this is the A391 and is the main-road into Bodmin from the St. Austell direction.
An klas Bosvenegh yw gwrys ynter 7 ha 9 eur gorthugherweyth, dy''Lunweyth, yn diwotti henwys ''The Garland Ox'' dhe Higher Bore Street, henn yw an A391 hag yth yw an penn-fordh yn Bosvenegh diworth tu Sen Ostel.

It was some distance from the Brandywine to Frodo’s new house at Crickhollow. They passed Buck Hill and Brandy Hall on their left, and on the outskirts of Bucklebury struck the main road of Buckland that ran south from the Bridge. Half a mile northward along this they came to a lane opening on their right. This they followed for a couple of miles as it climbed up and down into the country.
Yth esa kamm hir* diworth an Brandiwayn dhe ji nowydh Frodo dhe Krykholow. I a dremenas Bre Buk ha Hel Brandi a-gledh, ha dhe amal Bukelberi i a gavas fordh veur Bukland, war-dheghow hy hyns diworth Pons Brandiwayn. Dhe hanter mildir dhe’n wogledh a-hys an fordh ma, i a gavas bownder a-dhyghow. I a gerdhas a-hys an bownder ma dre mildir po dew, dell wrug hi rolya yn-bann hag yn-nans y’n powdir.

We lived now in a street called Penpons. There was, in fact, a bridge over a small stream nearby, and the main road at the end of our street passed over it. From this bridge, in November we boys used to drop lit fireworks into the water below. Before dropping them, we waited for their fuses to burn strongly. Then, when they reached the stream, they went through the water at top speed like torpedoes, before exploding in the distance.
Ni a driga lemmyn yn stret henwys Penpons. Yth esa, yn hwir, pons dres gover byghan yn ogas, ha’n fordh veur esa dhe benn agan stret a dremena dresto. Dhyworth an pons ma, yn mis Du ni mebyon a dhroppya tanweyth enowys y’n dowr a-woles. Kyns aga droppya, ni a worta aga lesken dhe leski yn fen. Ena, pan dhrehedhsons an gover, yth ethons dres an dowr tooth men kepar ha torpedos, kyns tardha y’n pelder.

arterial a. lit. a'n gwethy ~ gwythy brâs; arterial i; of road etc. chîf; kensa; arbednik WB, WP; princypal TH < E; pfx. unstressed pen, stressed pedn; The A30 is the main a. road between Land's End and London an A30 ew an pedn ha princypal vorr tredh Pedn a Wolas ha Loundres
arterial a. lit. a'n gwethy ~ gwythy brâs; arterial i; of road etc. chîf; kensa; arbednik WB, WP; princypal TH < E; pfx. unstressed pen, stressed pedn; The A30 is the main a. road between Land's End and London an A30 ew an pedn ha princypal vorr tredh Pedn a Wolas ha Loundres

There is likely to be some on-road parking space along the road in front of the pub and there is a car-park to the rear of the pub itself with access from Hillside Park, which can be reached by continuing towards the Town Centre along Higher Bore Street, bearing left into Dennison Road and turning first left into Cardell Road. Then turn first left into HillsidePark and immediately left again taking you as far back up the hill as possible. Follow the road as it bears right and runs parallel to the main road. Go past the first set of garages and look for a curved wall into the car-park on the left.
Y fo nebes spas-parkyans a-hys an fordh a-rag an diwotti hag yma park-kerri a-dryv dhe''n diwotti gans entrans dhe Hillside Park, a yll bos kevys dre besya war-tu ha Kresenn an Dre a-hys Higher Bore St., pes a-gledhbarth yn Fordh Dennison ha treyl kyns a-gledh yn Fordh Cardell. Wosa henna, gwra kynsa a-gledh arta yn Hillside Park ha pesya a-gledhbarth arta rag mos mar pell ha gyllir yn-bann an vre. Syw an fordh hedra dreyl hi a-dheghow ha gul linenn yw keslinennek gans an fordh-veur. Tremen an kynsa rew a garrjiow ha hwithra fos kromm yn an park-kerri a-gledhbarth.

When they had walked for about three hours they rested. The night was clear, cool, and starry, but smoke-like wisps of mist were creeping up the hill-sides from the streams and deep meadows. Thin-clad birches, swaying in a light wind above their heads, made a black net against the pale sky. They ate a very frugal supper (for hobbits), and then went on again. Soon they struck a narrow road, that went rolling up and down, fading grey into the darkness ahead: the road to Woodhall, and Stock, and the Bucklebury Ferry. It climbed away from the main road in the Water-valley, and wound over the skirts of the Green Hills towards Woody-End, a wild corner of the Eastfarthing.
Pan wrussons i kerdhes ogas ha tri our, i a bowesas. An nos o kler, goyeyn, sterennek, mes yth esa trethow a niwl ow kreupya yn-bann an breow dhiworth an goverow ha’n prasow down. Besow, skant aga dell a wevyas yn glor a-ugh aga fenn hag y hwrussons i roes dhu erbynn an ebron wannliwek. I a dhybris soper tanow (rag hobytow), ha besyas war rag arta. I a gavas fordh gul a verr spys, a rolyas yn bann hag yn nans, ow tisomdhiskwedhes y’n tewlder loes war rag: an fordh dhe Wudol ha Stokk, ha’n Kowbal Bukelberi. Hi a yskynnas diworth an fordh-veur yn nans an Dowr, ha hi a wandras dre emlow an Vreow Gwyrdh war-tu ha Lostwydhennek, korn gwyls an Estferdhynn.

Pennseythen Gernewek 2022, three days of Cornish Language activities, will be held in St Austell on Friday 22nd April to Sunday 24th April. Our venue will be the St Austell Arts Centre which is on the A390, the main St Austell to Truro Road. More details will be available in the New Year.
Y fydh Pennseythen Gernewek 2022, tri dydh a wriansow Kernewek, yn Sen Austel dy'Gwener 22a mis Ebrel dhe dy'Sul 24a mis Ebrel. An le a vydh Kresen Art Sen Austel, ryb an A390, an forth meur ynter Sen Austel ha Truru. Moy manylyon a vydh kavadow dhe'n Bledhen Nowydh.

main a. kensa Spoken var. kessa; pedn bef. n.; arbednik Lh., prob. < W; m. road vorr vrâs f., pl. vorrow brâs SWF M fordh-, fordhow-; pednvorr mf. -ow nc
main a. kensa Spoken var. kessa; pedn bef. n.; arbednik Lh., prob. < W; m. road vorr vrâs f., pl. vorrow brâs SWF M fordh-, fordhow-; pednvorr mf. -ow nc

But this was not the case – and I was perfectly capable of driving this thing, at low speed and in low gears, for the required distance. For you see, during my previous Summer holidays, I had worked in the yard at IPEC (a now-defunct trucking firm). I was, of course, only paid to load trucks but, from time to time, I was called upon to shift trucks in the yard to get them out of the way of essential operations. Shit! I knew quite enough to shift this baby – at 5 mph or so. Having moved the somewhat tattered driver’s seat (the driver must have been a much bigger man than I was – and tough on the fabric) and then, having re- acquainted myself with the basic controls, I crunched the gears loudly and we were off – at a crawl. I had time to try the radio – still no broadcasts worth listening to. No news. No information. What were ‘the authorities’ up to and why weren’t they here, rescuing us? After an uncommonly long time, we reached the intersection of Lygon Street and Princes Street. I executed a right-hand turn, taking down a traffic sign in the process – no matter. Then, after a further crawl towards College Crescent, I decided to abandon the idea of actually entering the cemetery. (Perhaps I wasn’t quite as good at driving trucks as I had thought.) Meantime, I caught David, in the (much less shabby) passenger seat, waving at the numerous zombies who had stopped at the side of the road to observe the spectacle of my miserable driving. Cheeky bastard! None of them waved back – I guess waving isn’t a regular zombie-thing. (And David was, and is, no regular zombie.) I pulled the truck up outside the main entrance of the cemetery and ‘parked’ in the middle of the road. (There was, of course, no other traffic to be obstructed.) I left it idling. “Come on, Dave,” I said. “We’re going to get Paul and Charles.”
Mes nyns o yndella – my a ylli yn tien lywya an dra ma, toeth isel ha maglenn isel, dres an pellder o res – drefenn bos edhomm dhywgh godhvos, y’n dy’goelyow re dremensa, my re obersa y’n garth IPEC (kowethas marow lemmyn). Y fien vy pes, heb mar, rag karga an kertow mes, menowgh, y fien gelwys rag aga gwaya y’n garth rag gasa oberennow o res pesya. Kawgh! My a wodhya moy es lowr rag gwaya an kertik ma – y doeth ogas dhe 5 mildir an our. My a janyas le an gador-lywyer – esa nebes fregys. Yth heveli bos an lywer brassa yn feur es dell en vy. (Yonker moen en vy ena.) Yth heveli keffrys y vos rust gans pann an gador. My a dhasdhyskas yn uskis maystri an jynnow- rewlyans selyek hag ena krakkya yn ughel an maglennow. Yth en ni war agan fordh – yn-unn-gramya. Yth esa termyn lowr dhe woslowes orth an radyo – hwath darlesansow vyth. (Y’n lyha, nyns esa darlesansow mann may talvien bos goslowys orta.) Nowodhow vyth. Derivadow vyth. Pyth o towlow ‘an awtoritys’? Ha, dres henna, prag nag esens i omma, orth agan selwel? Wosa hirneth tanow, ni a dhrehedhas krowsfordh stretow Lygon ha Princes. My a wrug torn dhe’n barth dhyghow, ha my kuntellys arwoedh daromres – ny vern. Ena, wosa kramyans arall wor’ tu ha Kromman Kollji, my a erviras forsakya tybyans dhe entra y’n ynkleudhva. (Martesen nyns o mar dha ow kreft avel lywyer-kert.) Y’n kettermyn na, my a aspias Davydh (y’n gador, le usyes, an tremenyas) dhe wevya orth meur a zombis re hedhsa war ryb an fordh rag mires orth an gwari- mir, ow lywyans euthyk. Bastard tont! Denvyth yntredha ny wrug daskorr gwevyans – nyns yw hemma herwydh usadow an zombis gemmyn, dell grysav – mes nyns o, ha nyns yw, Davydh zombi kemmyn vyth. An kert a hedhis a-dherag dhe jyf entrans an ynkleudhva, ‘parkyes’ yn kres an fordh. (Nyns esa, heb mar, daromres arall bos lettyes.) Y remaynya an jynn- disel owth oberi hwath yn lent. “Deun yn rag, ‘Dhav,” yn-medhav. “Y fynnyn ni mos rag kavoes Powl ha Charles.”

THE HUNTER AND THE HUNTED Tinned carrots and corned beef – that was my first meal after escaping from Puckapunyal. And I was truly grateful for it. Presumably, the Sergeant had grabbed what he could from what was lying about in the mess and had thrown it into the kitbag. For ‘dessert’, there was a packet of rock-hard ‘dog biscuits’. Very nutritious, I’m sure, and lots of fibre – but they tasted like baked excrement. (Imagine being up to your thighs in mud, in the trenches of the Western Front, and then having to eat those dog biscuits. Yuck!) I gave some corned beef to David. Predictably, he looked at it scornfully (inasmuch as dead eyes can express scorn), made a very disapproving noise (which sounded like flatulence) and promptly discarded it. This was something I would need to work on. I knew I couldn’t readily obtain a regular supply of freshly killed human flesh. So, David would just have to find something else that suited his zombie palate. (And corned beef was obviously not that ‘something’.) By mid-afternoon, we decided to do a little exploring. On an adjacent hill-top, a hill which was much higher than the one into which the tunnel had been driven, there stood an abandoned watch-tower. You know, one of those spindly wooden towers that fire-fighters sit in to watch for any signs of smoke on the horizon or, close by, in the bush. This one had definitely not been in service for many years. Its structural members, made of local timber, were rotting and cracked. The whole thing had developed a discernible lean and the original cover for the platform that sat atop the structure had been blown away a long, long time ago. (Bits of it lay about the base, slowly melting into the humus.) Nevertheless, the tower was not entirely on the point of collapse and I was able, with some difficulty, to climb it. Just as I had suspected, this vantage point afforded me with a view not only of the surrounding bushland for miles around but, in the distance, of the main base at Puckapunyal. Far more importantly, I could see (more or less) right along the road that led to the base from the Scrub Hill area.
AN HELGHOR HA’N HUNI HELGHYES Karetys yn kanna ha bewin sellys – henn o’m kynsa boes wosa agan diank dhiworth Pukkapunyal. Hag, yn hwir, y hwodhva meur ras anodho. Dres lyklod, an Serjont re dhalgennsa pyth a ylli sesya yn mysk an taklow ow korwedha war vynkow y’n voesva ha’ga thewlel y’n sagh keyn. Avel melyssand, yth esa fardellik leun a desennow-kales, kales dres eghenn, leshenwys ‘tesennow-kales rag an keun’. Leun a vegyans, sur ov, ha gans meur a fiber – mes yth esens dhedha blas a gawgh fornyes. (Gwra tybi dha vos y’n kaskleudhyow an Voward a’n Howlsedhes, a’th sav down yn leys – hag ena res o dhis dybri an tesennow-kales na rag keun. Thukk!) My a ros tamm bewin sellys dhe Dhavydh. Yn targanadow, ev a viras orto, meur y skorn (mar kyll dewlagas marow diskwedhedhes skorn). Yn apert, kas o dhodho yn y gever. Ev a wrug son kepar ha bramm ha’y dewlel dhe-ves a- dhistowgh. Homm o neppyth may fia edhomm dhymm oberi. My a wodhya na yllyn menowgh kavoes proviansow a gig denel kro, heb meur a galetter. Ytho, res a via dhe Dhavydh kavoes neppyth arall dhe dhybri, neppyth o gwiw dh’y stevnik-zombi. (Ha nyns o bewin sellys an ‘neppyth’ na, yn apert.) Hanter-dohajydh, my a erviras gul neb hwithrans. War benn an nessa bre, bre ughella ages an huni le mayth esen ni, bre an gowfordh, y sevi tour-goelyador forsakyes. Henn yw leverel, onan a’n touryow, gwann ha prennek, may hwre esedha tangasoryon rag hwilas sinys a vog orth an gorwel – po y’n gwylvos nes dhedha. Yn sertan, ny via an huni ma devnydhyes dres lies blydhen. Yth esa ow leytha (ha felsys) y lithyow framweythel – gwrys gans prennyer dhiworth an gwylvos ma, heb dhout. Dres henna, yth esa poesans apert dhe’n drehevyans dien hag y halsa nans o termyn pur hir an skovva a esedhsa war y benn. (Yth esa temmyn anedhi skoellyes oll a-dro y ven, ow teudhi yn lent y’n dor.) Byttele, nyns o an tour hwath ow fyllel yn tien hag ytho y hyllyn, gans neb kaletter, y grambla. Kepar dell gryssen, penn an tour a ros dhymm gwel an lasneth oll a-dro, a-dreus milvilyow anedhi – hag, y’n pellder, my a ylli gweles selva Pukkapunyal. Ha, dres henna, y hyllyn gweles a-hys oll an fordh (po ogas) a ledya dhiworth an gwylvos a-dro dhe Vre an Krann dhe’n selva.