an dohajydh ma oor Engels

an dohajydh ma

Vertalings in die woordeboek Kornies - Engels

this afternoon

voorbeelde

FSS: Gwynsek yw hi an dohajydh ma. / KK: Gwynsek yw hi an dohajydh ma.
It's windy this afternoon.

Gwynsek yw hi an dohajydh ma
It's windy this afternoon

Yth esen vy ow kwari scrabble yn Kernewek an dohajydh ma - kales o!
I was playing Scrabble in Cornish this afternoon - it was hard!

Dhe by eur yth yw an tren dhe Loundres an dohajydh ma?
At what time is the train to London this afternoon?

Gwynsek yw hi an dohajydh ma.
It’s windy this afternoon.

An dohajydh ma ymons i ow metya orth aga howetha.
This afternoon they are meeting their friends.

Gwynsek yw hi an dohajydh ma.
It's windy this afternoon.

Genesigeth 'Ow Marghogeth rag an Evredhyon' splann aral an dohajydh ma yn Goon Lannanta, dell yw usys.
Another splendid 'Riding for Disabled' nativity this afternoon in Lelant Downs, as usual.

/ an dohajydh ma / / /
this afternoon

Ple hwrussyn ni kerdhes an dohajydh ma? Ny vern, yma ewl dhymm a basti ha pinta lemmyn!
Where did we walk this afternoon? Doesn't matter, I've got a craving for a pasty & a pint now!

An dohajydh ma ymons i ow metya orth aga howetha. /
This afternoon they are meeting their friends. / Remember, dohajydh stresses the last syllable.

Meur a draow yw gwerthys. An awel o krev. Ny allas an gorholyon dos ogas dhe'n porth. An tasow-wynn a esedhas warbarth ynmes a'n diwotti ha klappya. Yma an gath a'y growedh war an leur yn-dann an gador y'n esedhva. Eus arghans lowr y'n arghantti rag prena karr nowydh? Eus arghans lowr dhyn ynno? Noy Mr Stevens yw moen ha'y nith yw tew. Ro dhedhi hy eskisyow gell, mar pleg. Dhe by eur yth yw an tren dhe Loundres an dohajydh ma? Yma tren skav dhe dhiw eur marnas teyr mynysenn warn ugens. Otta! An lavrek ma yw re verr ragov. Res yw dhis prena lavrek nowydh ytho. Yth esa syghes bras dhymmo vy hag yth evis gwedrennas a gorev a-dhistowgh. Nebes podigow yw terrys, re erell yw plos. Ny yll den eva leth anedha. Usi an amaris orth an fos? Ymons! Nyns eus gesys kestenenn y'n koes, dell dybav. Martesen onan goth hepken. Syns dornla an daras ha trel e! Py lies mildir yw an fordh dhe Druru a Essa? Kanow agan bro yw hwekka ages kanow broyow erell. Ni a dhybris li. Ena ni a gerdhas. Kerdh hir o dhe'n kerrek war an hal
Many things are sold. The wind was strong. The ships couldn't come near to the harbour. The grandfathers sat together outside the pub and chatted. The cat is lying on the floor under the chair in the sitting room. Is there enough money in the bank to buy a new car? Have we enough money in it? Mr Stevens's nephew is slim and his niece is fat. Give her her brown shoes, please. At what time is the train to London this afternoon? There is a fast train at twenty-three minutes to two. Look! These trousers are too short for me. You must buy new trousers then. I had a great thirst and I drank a glassful of beer straightaway. Some jugs are broken, others are dirty. No one can drink milk from them. Are the cupboards against the wall? Yes! There isn't a chestnut tree left in the wood, I think. Perhaps an old one only. Catch hold of the door handle and turn it! How many miles is the road to Truro from Saltash? The songs of our land are sweeter than the songs of other lands. We ate lunch. Then we walked. It was a long walk to the rocks on the moor.

Kan an kynsa salm warn ugens! Kikti Mr Bates yw an peswara gwerthji yn Stret an Eglos. Hi a lennas an nawves dyskans. An dohajydh ma ymons i ow metya orth aga howetha. A nyns esens i ow synsi an dornleow? A vynn'ta dybri an aval ma? Na vynnav, meur ras! A yll'ta gweles an mor hwath? Gallav! Ottomma an ganstell mes nyns eus travydh ynni. Ottena an kok mes nyns eus den ynno. Lemmyn y prenyn brithylli y'n varghas. A vynnowgh hwi mones genen dhe'n dons? Ev a wrug lestrier a brenn derow. I re werthas an sinema koth. An losow yw byw hwath. Marilynn vyghan a welas sim y'n wydhenn. Kemmer an diwes ma ragos. Ny garav an venyn na namoy. An ebrenn o loes gans kommol ha hi a wrug glaw. Ty a yll lenwel an hanaf a dhowr. Yv hanafas anodho! Jori a asas y gi yn-mes a'n chi. Ny yllydh jy esedha war an glesin. Re lyb yw ev. Duw genes! Dha weles skon. Nyns yw ow harr gwerthys hwath. Hy fows wyrdh yw nowydh. An re na a glapp flows. Ny aswonnav an gour na. Yth esa kestenenn hir yn kres an glesin. Piw yw hy hweger ytho? Mir orth an bluvek blos na! Gorta diw vynysenn, mar pleg!
Sing the twenty-first psalm! Mr Bates' butcher's shop is the fourth shop in Church Street. She read the ninth lesson. This afternoon they are meeting their friends. Weren't they holding the handles? Will you eat this apple? No thanks! Can you see the sea yet? I can (= yes). Look here's the basket but there's nothing in it. There is the fishing boat but there's no one in it. Now we buy mackerel in the market. Will you go with us to the dance? He made a dresser of oak wood. They have sold the old cinema. The plants are alive still. Little Marilyn saw a monkey in the tree. Take this drink for you (= yourself). I don't like that woman any more. The sky was grey with clouds and it rained. You can fill the cup with water. Drink a cupful of it! George left his dog outside the house. You can't sit on the lawn. It's too wet. Goodbye! See you soon. My car is not sold yet. Her green dress is new. Those (people) talk nonsenes. I don't know that man. There was a tall chestnut tree in the middle of the lawn. Who is her mother-in-law, then? Look at that dirty cushion! Wait two minutes, please!

‘Splann!’ a leveris Frodo. ‘Mar spedyn ni kemmys y’n dohajydh ma ha dell wrussyn ni y’n myttin, ni a vydh gasa an Goenyow kyns howlsedhes ha ni a vydh ow koresek war-rag ow hwilas kampva.’ Mes, hag ev ow kewsel, y dhewlagas a dreylyas war-tu ha’n Est, ha dhe’n tu na ev a welas an breow dhe vos ughella, ow mires yn-nans orta; hag oll a’n breow na o kurunys gans krug glas, ha dhe nebes anedha yth esa menhiryon, ow sevel haval orth dens dynsek orth aga sav yn-mes a weli-dens*3 glas.
Splendid!' said Frodo. ‘If we make as good going this afternoon as we have done this morning, we shall have left the Downs before the Sun sets and be jogging on in search of a camping place.' But even as he spoke he turned his glance eastwards, and he saw that on that side the hills were higher and looked down upon them; and all those hills were crowned with green mounds, and on some were standing stones, pointing upwards like jagged teeth out of green gums.

Yth esa an howl ow talleth dos ha bos isel hag yth esa an golow dohajydh war an tir dell wrussons i mos yn-nans an vre. Dhe’n termyn na, ny wrussons i mettya gans den vyth arall war an fordh. Nyns o an fordh ma devnydhys lieskweyth, drefenn na vos gwiw rag kertow dre vras, ha nyns esa meur a dharomres dhe Lostwydhdir. I re gerdhsa arta dres po our po moy pan hedhis Sam pols, haval ev dhe woslowes. Yth esens i lemmyn war tir gwastas, ha’n fordh, wosa meur a wandrans, o ewn dres tir-gwels hag o bryghys gans gwydhennow hir, ragseveloryon*3 kyns an koes a-rag.
The sun was beginning to get low and the light of afternoon was on the land as they went down the hill. So far they had not met a soul on the road. This way was not much used, being hardly fit for carts, and there was little traffic to the Woody End. They had been jogging along again for an hour or more when Sam stopped a moment as if listening. They were now on level ground, and the road after much winding lay straight ahead through grass-land sprinkled with tall trees, outliers of the approaching woods.

Ow hwegron a oberas y'n karrji war y garr koth. Y nith, Hylda, a glewas Bretonek kewsys yn Montroules. Dohajydh da dhywgh hwi oll. A vynnowgh hwi kewsel kernewek genen? An maw a dennas an lovan mes re wann o ev. Ny yll ev gul an ober na namoy. Ple'ma ow fluvennow, an huni dhu ha'n huni rudh? Yma hwans dhymm a brena brithili. Yth eson ow nesa dhe gres an dre.
My father-in -law worked in the garage on his old car. His niece, Hilda, heard Breton spoken in Morlaix. Good afternoon to you all. Will you speak Cornish with us? The boy pulled the rope but he was too weak. He cannot do that work any more. Where are my pens, the black one and the red one? I wish to buy mackerel. We are approaching the town centre.

Ass o teg! My re wrussa dewis da. Ena, gwayans munys yn skeusow an dohajydh. Y’n kynsa le, ny’n gwelas Davydh – porth kov nag eus gwel dha dhe’n zombis. “Piwpynag (po pypynag) osta,” a brederis vy, “na way mann, awos Duw.” Gwayans. Y’n tor’ma, Davydh a’n aspias hag, a-dhistowgh, a dhellos bedhyglans pur vras. Ev a skapyas ow dalghenn ha resek uskis yn-unn-bursywya. An figur byghan a resas uskissa galla – ha my a dhallathas resek rag kachya an dhew, ow mollethi yn ughel. Pur doemm o goes-zombi Davydh. (A, my re ankovsa. Nyns esa goes dhe’n zombis, dell grysav. Hmm. Martesen, yma goes dhedha mes ny wra ev gwaya meur – drefenn na wrons i lemmel, aga holonnow.) Yn neb kas, an helghva re dhallathsa. Yth esa an dhew, Davydh ha’n figur byghan ow kildenna, ow lamma meyn-bedh hag ow koheles pinennow-pluvenn. Y ferkyis an figur byghan dhe resek wor’tu ha’n le may ervirsen ledya Davydh, onan yntra’n kleudhegellow teyluyek bras. Davydh a vedhyglas ha’n figur a skrijas kepar ha myrghik – kynth ov sur lowr nag o myrgh. Nyns esa ow kwaya kepar ha myrgh. Yn hwir, kynth o gorow, y heveli bos korr a neb eghenn. “Gwra igor an daras euthyk!” a skrijas hag ev resys. “Powl! Gwra e lemmyn! ‘ma zombi euthyk!” Ya, gorow yn sertan – hag aswonnys dhymm yn sur. ‘Powl’, piwpynag o ev, o re lent. Daras an kleudhegell a remayna degeys fast ha’n gour y dhrehedhys – ha, yn eylennow, Davydh re goedhsa warnodho, meur y ormola. “A, kawgh,” a brederis. “Davydh re gachyas y liv.” Ha my a wodhya, drefenn an denkys re goedhsa dhe Veryl de, nyns esa travyth a allsen vy gul rag lettya prys-boes Davydh, rag lettya trajedi arall.
Lovely! I had chosen well. Then a slight movement in the afternoon shadows. David didn’t see it at first – zombies have poor eyesight, remember? “Whoever or whatever you are,” I thought, “for God’s sake, stay still.” It didn’t. This time, David spotted the movement and immediately let out an almighty bellow. He broke free of my grip and was off in hot pursuit. The small figure ran for all it was worth – and I set off after both of them, cursing loudly. David’s zombie blood was up. (Oh, I forgot, they don’t have blood, do they? Hmm. Maybe they’ve got blood but it just doesn’t move about much – what with no beating heart and all.) Anyway, the chase was on. Both David and the small, retreating figure were vaulting tombstones and dodging around pencil-pine trees. David was gaining in the pursuit but not a lot – though both were definitely leaving me behind. I noticed the small figure was headed to where I’d been taking David anyway, one of the large family crypts. David roared and the small figure ‘squealed like a little girlie’ – though I was reasonably sure it was not a girl. It didn’t seem to move like a girl. In fact, though male, it seemed to be a dwarf of some kind. “Open the fucking door!” it screamed as it ran. “Paul! Get the door open now! There’s a fucking zombie!” Yes, definitely male – and familiar, definitely familiar. “Paul”, whoever he was, was too slow. The door of the crypt remained firmly closed as the small male reached it – and, within seconds, David fell upon him with a triumphant roar. “Oh, shit,” I thought. “David’s just caught lunch.” And I knew, from what had happened to Meryl yesterday, there was not a thing I could do to prevent David’s mealtime from taking its tragic course.