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We think this is the closest we’ll get to the perfect venue for Lowender Peran, without building our own bespoke venue!
Ni a grys bos hemma an nessa a wren kavos dhe dyller perfydh rag Lowender Peran, heb drehevel tyller arbennek ragon ni agan honan!

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I banged three times on the inside of the truck walls – this had been my pre- arranged signal to Paul and Charles, who were still (relatively) safe inside the cab. I turned to the now-breathless Jude. “Time to shut up shop now, Jude. Dave can’t keep them at bay for much longer,” I said, breathless myself. “You can come back later – I’m leaving the truck. And, by the way, you’ve got guests.” Jude looked at me in amazement: “Guests?” Paul and Charles answered her question at that moment by tumbling from the truck’s roof – their fall broken by the human chains still working beneath them. Even “Royalty” decided to dispense with formal introductions and clambered over the members of the now-disintegrating chains, passing hurriedly through the library doors to comparative safety. At that moment, the zombie press broke through and snapping jaws appeared beneath the sills of the truck’s still-open rear doors. The human chain sounded the retreat and I pushed Jude roughly out of the cargo section of the truck. Her fall, too, was cushioned by the backs of the others. I jumped to the ground and slammed the refrigerated truck’s rear door firmly shut. (No sense in letting the warm air in, was there?) The diesel engine was still running – and so was the refrigeration unit – but for how long? I was abruptly seized by two of the closest zombies and, briefly wondered if my luck had run out. It hadn’t. The figure of David burst through (actually, over) the press and was swiftly at my side, beating at those who had seized me. He roared with renewed vigour – and, once again, the Earth seemed to shake. David had saved my life – again. Thanks, mate. Jude was the last of the Baillieu survivors to get back inside. She lingered at the open glass doors. “Pete!” she yelled. “Come back in.” This wasn’t going to happen – not without David.
My a frappyas teyr gweyth war baros an kert – hemm re via ow sinell ragordenys dhe Bowl ha Charles (hwath salow y’n kab – po salow dre gomparyson dhyn ni). My a omdreylyas troha Jude, lemmyn berr hy anall. “An termyn re dheuth rag igeri an gwerthji, Jude. Ny yll Dav’ na fella aga gwitha hardhva a-dro dhodho,” yn-medhav, berr ow anall ow honan. “Hwi a yll dehweles diwettha – my a wra gasa an kert. Ha ni ow kows a-dro dhe’n traow, y fydh dhywgh nebes gwestoryon.” Meur hy marth, Jude a viras orthymm: “Gwestoryon?” Y’n tor’ na, y teuth worthyp dh’y hwestyon yn furv a Bowl ha Charles ow hoedha dhiworth to an kert – lettyes aga hoedh gans eseli an kadonyow denel esa hwath owth oberi yn-danna. “Ryeleth” hogen re ervirsa forsakya kommendyansow formel rag krambla a-ugh eseli an kadonyow (esa lemmyn ow koedha dhe demmyn) ha tremena uskis dre dharasow an lyverva hag yn salowder komparek. Y’n tor’ na, gwask an zombis a dorras dre an defensow ha grudhow ow krakkya a-dheuth dhiworth yn-dann leghow darasow delergh an kert (hwath apert). An kadonyow denel a weskis an tambour rag an kildenn ha my a herdhyas Jude yn harow yn-mes delergh an kert. Hy hoedh ynwedh a gevis pluvek dre geynow an re erell. My a lammas dhe’n dor ha degea fast darasow an kert-yeynell gans tros bras. (Nyns esa skians vyth dhe asa ayr toemm ynno, a nyns esa?) Yth esa an jynn- disel hwath owth oberi – hag ytho an yeynell keffrys – mes dres pes termyn? A-dhistowgh, dew yntra’n zombis ogas dhymm a settyas dalghenn warnav ha, dres pols, my a ombrederi mar worfennsa ow chons vy. Ny worfennsa ev. Furv Davydh a dardhas der an wask (yn hwir, a-ugh an wask) bos uskis dhe’m tu, ow frappya orth an re neb re’m dalghennsa. Ev a vedhyglas gans nerth nowydhhes – hag, unnweyth arta,yth heveli an dor shakya. Davydh re salwsa ow bywnans – arta. Gonn meur ras, ‘vata. Jude o an diwettha yntra’n dreusvyworyon Baillieu dasentra a-bervedh. Hi a daryas yn aswa an darasow-gweder apert. “’Beder!” a armas hi. “Deus a-bervedh.” Ny allsa hemma hwarvos – heb Davydh.

I approached one of the niches and, with a steel rod that was too hand, levered open the plate that sealed it from the outside. It was the one which, by the date on the plaque, had most recently been sealed – about three months previously. Immediately, I was assailed by the stench of human decay. Upon examination, using my “Pope” light, I saw that a bodily liquor was already seeping from the base of the coffin. Would that have affected the structural integrity of the wooden container? Maybe not - not yet. However, given David’s reluctance to fall in line with my plan, I decided he was unlikely to agree to get inside a box that had already been occupied for some time – even if we were able to eject the previous occupant. The other coffins in the crypt were unlikely to be in any better shape. So, it was either the extravagantly ornate, but empty, box – or stay put and think of another plan. I turned to David: “He who hesitates is lost, my friend. Let’s pick up the box again and see what we can do.” This time, bereft of other ideas, I gritted my teeth and lifted the ornate coffin in a ‘clean and jerk’ motion. I posed ‘my end’ on my shoulder and, David, with no obvious effort, did likewise. We exited the crypt as quietly as possible and I wondered how long I could hold my breath – which was the only way I could maintain sufficient strength for the lift. As I walked along a narrow path, towards the parked army vehicles, I recalled that David and I were distantly related to a famous Husband and Wife team of Power Lifters. I knew for certain that I had not had the relevant gene passed down to me – but David, my identical twin, was showing no pain. (How did that work?) Distracted by this thought, I managed to maintain the lift until we reached the khaki Holden utility. This was the vehicle I had chosen to take and, as it happened, it was the closest. I halted and nodded desperately in the direction of the vehicle: “Put it down – gently!” I breathed. David rested his end of the box on the open tailgate of the ute – and did so gently, as requested. This, however, meant that I needed to slide the box forward to the cab wall, whilst still holding the weight of the coffin on my by-now-bruised shoulder .
My a omneshas dhe onan yntra’n neythigow ha, gans gwelenn durek (a gevis vy a-ogas), kolpesa igor an plat re’n selsa dhiworth an tu a-ves. An huni o, herwydh dydhyas an blakk, re via selyes an moyha a-gynsow – nans o ogas dhe dri mis. A-dhistowgh, y feuv arvedhys gans fler poder denel. Dre hwithrans, ow kul devnydh a’m lugarn “Pab”, my a ylli gweles likour esa ow sygera seulabrys dhiworth ben an eler. Ewnhynseth gesweythel an gofenn brennek, a via henna kisys ganso? Martesen na – na hwath. Byttegyns, drefenn anvodh Davydh a-dro dhe’m towl, my a erviras nag o gwirhaval y vos akordyes gans y entrans yn boks okkupyes seulabrys dres nebes termyn – mar kallsen ni hogen tewlel yn-mes an annedhyas y’n eur na. Nyns o gwirhaval an geleryow erell y’n gleudhgell dhe vos yn gwella furv. Ytho, po kemmeres an eler ma, afinus mes gwag, po hy gasa – hag, y’n nessa kas na, res o dhyn kavoes towl arall. My a dreylas dhe Dhavydh: “An huni neb a hok yw kellys, ow sos. Gwren ni drehevel an boks rag gweles pyth a yllyn gul.” An prys ma, heb tybyansow arall vyth, my a wrug degea fast ow dyns ha drehevel an eler afinus yn mosion “clean ha jerk”. My a settyas penn an eler war ow skoedh ha, Davydh, heb stryvyans vyth, a’n gwrug yn kepar maner. Ni a asas an gleudhgell kosella gallen ha my a omwovynnas pes termyn esa dhymm bos heb anella – drefenn synsans ow gwyns o fordh unnsel may kyllyn gwitha nerth lowr rag an lyftyans na. Ha my kerdhys a-hys hyns ynn, wor’tu ha’n kerri-lu, my a borthas kov bos Davydh ha my unnwoes gans para ‘Gwreg ha Gour’ a Lyftoryon Nerthek, meur y vri. Sur ov nag esa dhymm kevrenn-enynnek grev gans an lyftoryon ma Byttegyns, nyns esa Davydh ow tiskwedhes kaletter vyth gans an ‘lyftyans’ – hag ev, ow gevell kehevelep. (Fatell a wrug henna oberi?) Ha my ombrederys a-dro dhe’n tybyans ma, my a ylli pesya gans an lyftyans erna dhrehedhsyn an karr-les, kaki y liw ha Holden y verk. Hemm o an karr re via dewisys bos kemmerys genen ha, dell hwarva, an nessa o dhyn ni. Y hedhis vy ha penndroppya yn desper wor’tu ha’n karr: “Iselha hi – yn kosel!” a hwythis vy. Davydh a worras benn an boks war an yet-lost igor – hag ev a’n gwrug yn kosel, kepar dell wovynnsen. Byttegyns, henn a styras bos res dhymm slynkya an eler yn-rag, bys dhe baros an kab, ha my synsys hwath y boester war ow skoedh, lemmyn pur vrywys.

He lived alone, as Bilbo had done; but he had a good many friends, especially among the younger hobbits (mostly descendants of the Old Took) who had as children been fond of Bilbo and often in and out of Bag End. Folco Boffin and Fredegar Bolger were two of these; but his closest friends were Peregrin Took (usually called Pippin), and Merry Brandybuck (his real name was Meriadoc, but that was seldom remembered). Frodo went tramping all over the Shire with them; but more often he wandered by himself, and to the amazement of sensible folk he was sometimes seen far from home walking in the hills and woods under the starlight. Merry and Pippin suspected that he visited the Elves at times, as Bilbo had done.
Ev a drigas y honan, dell wrussa Bylbo; mes yth esa meur a gerens dhodho, yn arbennik nebes a'n hobytow yowynk (dre vras, henedhow a'n Tuk Koth) ha Bylbo da gansa pan ens i fleghes, hag a ji-dhe Bag End lieskweyth. Folko Boffyn ha Fredegar Bolger o dew anedha; mes y nessa kowetha o Peregryn Tuk (henwys Pypyn dell vydh usys) ha Meri Brandibuk (y hanow gwir o Meriadok, mes henn o ankovhas dre vras). Frodo a gerdhas oll a dreus an Shayr gansa; mes lieskweyttha ev a wandras y honan, ha lieskweyth ev a veu gwelys orth pellder hir a'y dre ow kerdhes yn mysk an breow ha koesow yn stergann, hag o marthus dhe dus reowtadow. Yth esa gogrys dhe Meri ha Pypyn Frodo dhe wodriga orth an Elfow termyn dhe dermyn, dell wrussa Bylbo.

Teaching about Charity 1“Make certain you do not perform your religious duties in public so that people will see what you do. If you do these things publicly, you will not have any reward from your Father in heaven. 2“So when you give something to a needy person, do not make a big show of it, as the hypocrites do in the houses of worship and on the streets. They do it so that people will praise them. I assure you, they have already been paid in full. 3But when you help a needy person, do it in such a way that even your closest friend will not know about it. 4Then it will be a private matter. And your Father, who sees what you do in private, will reward you. Teaching about Prayer (Lk 11.2–4) 5“When you pray, do not be like the hypocrites! They love to stand up and pray in the houses of worship and on the street corners, so that everyone will see them. I assure you, they have already been paid in full. 6But when you pray, go to your room, close the door, and pray to your Father, who is unseen. And your Father, who sees what you do in private, will reward you. 7“When you pray, do not use a lot of meaningless words, as the pagans do, who think that their gods will hear them because their prayers are long. 8Do not be like them. Your Father already knows what you need before you ask him. 9This, then, is how you should pray: ‘Our Father in heaven: May your holy name be honoured; 10may your Kingdom come; may your will be done on earth as it is in heaven. 11Give us today the food we need. 12Forgive us the wrongs we have done, as we forgive the wrongs that others have done to us. 13Do not bring us to hard testing, but keep us safe from the Evil One.’ 14“If you forgive others the wrongs they have done to you, your Father in heaven will also forgive you. 15But if you do not forgive others, then your Father will not forgive the wrongs you have done. Teaching about Fasting 16“And when you fast, do not put on a sad face as the hypocrites do. They neglect their appearance so that everyone will see that they are fasting. I assure you, they have already been paid in full. 17When you go without food, wash your face and comb your hair, 18so that others cannot know that you are fasting — only your Father, who is unseen, will know. And your Father, who sees what you do in private, will reward you. Riches in Heaven (Lk 12.33–34) 19“Do not store up riches for yourselves here on earth, where moths and rust destroy, and robbers break in and steal. 20Instead, store up riches for yourselves in heaven, where moths and rust cannot destroy, and robbers cannot break in and steal. 21For your heart will always be where your riches are. The Light of the Body (Lk 11.34–36) 22“The eyes are like a lamp for the body. If your eyes are sound, your whole body will be full of light; 23but if your eyes are no good, your body will be in darkness. So if the light in you is darkness, how terribly dark it will be! God and Possessions (Lk 16.13; 12.22–31) 24“No one can be a slave of two masters; he will hate one and love the other; he will be loyal to one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money. 25“This is why I tell you not to be worried about the food and drink you need in order to stay alive, or about clothes for your body. After all, isn't life worth more than food? And isn't the body worth more than clothes? 26Look at the birds: they do not sow seeds, gather a harvest and put it in barns; yet your Father in heaven takes care of them! Aren't you worth much more than birds? 27Can any of you live a bit longer by worrying about it? 28“And why worry about clothes? Look how the wild flowers grow: they do not work or make clothes for themselves. 29But I tell you that not even King Solomon with all his wealth had clothes as beautiful as one of these flowers. 30It is God who clothes the wild grass — grass that is here today and gone tomorrow, burnt up in the oven. Won't he be all the more sure to clothe you? How little faith you have! 31“So do not start worrying: ‘Where will my food come from? or my drink? or my clothes?’ 32(These are the things the pagans are always concerned about.) Your Father in heaven knows that you need all these things. 33Instead, be concerned above everything else with the Kingdom of God and with what he requires of you, and he will provide you with all these other things. 34So do not worry about tomorrow; it will have enough worries of its own. There is no need to add to the troubles each day brings.
Dyskas a-dro dhe Alusen 1‘Gwaytyewgh na wryllowgh agas oberow da a-rag tus rag bos gwelys gansa; poken ny'gas bydh gober vyth dhiworth agas Tas eus y'n nevow. 2‘Rakhenna ty pan rylli alusen, na hwyth korn a-dheragos kepar dell wra an falswesyon a-bervedh y'n synagys hag y'n stretys, may hallons kavoes gordhyans dhiworth tus. Yn hwir y lavarav dhywgh, i re's teva aga gober. 3Mes ty pan rylli dha alusen, na as dha leuv gledh dhe wodhvos pandr'a wra dha leuv dhyghow, 4rag may fo dha alusen yn-dann gel; ha'th Tas neb a wel yn-dann gel a attal dhis. Dyskas a-dro dhe Bysadow Luk 11:2-4 5‘Ha ty pan byssi, na vydh avel an falswesyon, rag i a gar pysi ow sevel a-bervedh y'n synagys ha war gernow an stretys, may hallons bos gwelys gans tus; yn hwir y lavarav dhywgh, i re's teva aga gober. 6Mes ty pan byssi, ke a-ji dhe'th chambour ha wosa degea dha dharas, gwra pysi dhe'th Tas usi yn-dann gel, ha'th Tas a wel yn-dann gel a attal dhis. 7‘Ha hwi pan byssowgh, na glappyewgh gans geryow euver avel an baganys, rag i a dyb i dhe vos klewys der aga geryow pals. 8Na vedhewgh ytho avella i, rag agas Tas a woer pandr'a fyll dhywgh kyns es hwi dhe wovynn orto. 9‘Yn kettellma ytho, gwrewgh pysi: Agan Tas ni eus y'n nevow, sanshes re bo dha hanow; 10re dheffo dha wlaskor; dha vodh re bo gwrys, yn nor kepar hag yn nev. 11Ro dhyn ni hedhyw agan bara pub-dydhyek; 12ha gav dhyn agan kendonow kepar dell evyn ni ynwedh dh'agan kendonoryon. 13Ha na wra agan dri yn temptasyon, mes delirv ni dhiworth drog. 14Rag mara kwrewgh gava dhe dus aga hammwriansow, agas Tas a nev a wra gava dhy'hwi ynwedh; 15mes mar ny wrewgh gava dhe dus aga hammwriansow, na byth moy ny wra agas Tas gava dhywgh agas kammwriansow hwi. Dyskas a-dro dhe Benys 16‘Ha pan wryllowgh penys heb dybri, na vedhewgh avel an falswesyon, trist aga semlans, rag i a dhifas aga bejeth may hallons bos gwelys gans tus, i dhe wul penys; yn hwir y lavarav dhywgh, i re's teva aga gober. 17Mes ty pan wrylli penys, gwra ura dha benn ha golgh dha fas, 18ma na vo apert dhe dus ty dhe wul penys, saw dhe'th Tas, usi yn-dann gel; ha'th Tas neb a wel yn-dann gel a attal dhis. Tresor yn Nev Luk 12:33-34 19‘Na guntellewgh dhywgh agas honan tresoryow war an nor, le may ma goedhan ha gossen ow tiswul ha may hwra ladron terri a-bervedh ha ladra. 20Mes kuntellewgh dhywgh tresoryow yn nev, le na wra goedhan na gossen diswul, na ladron terri a-bervedh ha ladra; 21rag le may ma agas tresor, ena y fydh agas kolonn ynwedh. Golow an Korf Luk 11:34-36 22‘Lugarn an korf yw an lagas. Rakhenna mars yw yagh dha lagas, oll dha gorf a vydh leun a wolow; 23mes dha lagas mars yw anyagh, oll dha gorf a vydh leun a dewlder. Rakhenna mars yw an golow usi ynnos tewolgow, ass yw meur an tewolgow na! Duw ha Mammon Luk 16:13 24‘Ny yll denvyth servya dew vester; rag poken ev a gas an eyl ha kara y gila, po lel yw dhe'n eyl hag ev a dhispres y gila. Ny yllowgh servya ha Duw ha mammon. Fienasow ha Preder Luk 12:22-34 25‘Rakhenna my a lever dhywgh, na wrewgh mos yn prederow a-dro dh'agas bewnans pandr'a dhebrowgh na pandr'a evowgh, na byth moy a-dro dh'agas korf pandr'a wiskowgh. A nyns yw bewnans moy ages boes, ha'n korf ages dillas? 26Mirewgh orth ydhyn an ayr: ny wrons i gonis has na mysi na kuntell travyth yn skiberyow, hwath agas Tas a nev a's mag. A nyns owgh hwi moy agas pris agessa i? 27Ha piw ahanowgh hag ev ow prederi a yll keworra pols vyth dhe dhydhyow y vewnans? 28Ha prag yth owgh hwi prederus a-dro dhe dhillas? Merkewgh lili an gwel, fatell wrons i tevi; ny lavuryons ha ny nedhons; 29mes yn-medhav dhywgh, nyns o Solomon yn oll y splannder gwiskys kepar hag onan a'n re ma. 30Ytho mar kweth Duw yndella gwels an gwelyow, yw bew hedhyw ha tewlys yn forn a-vorow, a ny wra ev meur dhe voy agas kwetha hwi, A hwi a voghes fydh? 31Ytho na vedhewgh gyllys yn prederow, ow leverel, “Pandr'a dhybryn”, po “Pandr'a evyn”, po “Py ganso y fydhyn gwiskys?” 32Rag oll an taklow ma, an kenedhlow a's hwila; ha'gas Tas a nev a woer bos edhomm dhywgh a oll an taklow ma. 33Mes kyns oll hwilewgh gwlaskor Duw ha'y ewnder, hag oll an taklow ma a vydh res dhywgh maga ta. 34Na vedhewgh ytho prederus a'n vorow, rag an vorow a breder anedhi hy honan; lowr dhe'n jydh yw y dhrog ev y honan.