heb prederi oor Engels

heb prederi

Vertalings in die woordeboek Kornies - Engels

inadvertent

adjektief

inadvertently

bywoord

regardless

adjective adverb adposition

unconcernedly · unworrying · unworryingly · without thinking · without worrying

Soortgelyke frases

heb prederi anedhi
without thinking about it

heb prederi a-dro dhodho
without thinking about it

heb prederi a-dro dhedha
take for granted

voorbeelde

/ heb prederi anedhi / / /
without thinking about it

/ heb prederi a-dro dhedha / / /
take for granted

11 An oferysi a omdennas dhiworth an tyller sans. Oll an oferysi esa ena a wrussa omsakra aga honan, heb prederi a-dro
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Pur feusik on yn Kernow, kerghynnys gans powdir teg ha livys gans pythow ertach hag yw aswonys gans an brassa rann ahanan heb prederi a-dro dhedha.
We are so lucky in Cornwall, surrounded by beautiful countryside and awash with heritage assets that most of us just take for granted.

Heb prederi a fatel assons Kernow, an diskwedhyans ma a brovi an kynsa chons nevra dh'aga gweles oll war-barth yn-dann unn to, ha dhe hirbrederi an hengov tennvosek ha troghyansek a dhelinyons.
However they came to leave Cornwall, this exhibition provides the first ever opportunity to see them all together under one roof, and to contemplate the enthralling and immersive tradition they represent.

Ha my ow hwithra istori an yeth ha'n dus a wrug hy gwitha yn fyw dres an blydhynyow, my a dhyskas kemmys a-dro dhe'n yeth re gewsis vy pup-prys heb prederi anedhi, hag y ros henna meur a lowender dhymm keffrys.
When I was looking into the history of the language and the people who have kept it alive over the years, I learnt so much about the language that I have always spoken without thinking about it, and that gave me a lot of joy too.

Nyns o termyn lowr ragov dhe vos ownek. Heb prederi, my a ystynnas ow bregh yn gwan gledh klassek. Nyns o hwaff kales. Mes a-dhistowgh, boum! Ow erbynner a hedhis, “marow yn y lerghow”, dell leverons. Y benn a skwychyas war-dhelergh. Golok sowdhenys a dreusas y fas. Ev a gildennas.
There wasn’t time enough for me to be afraid. Without thinking, I extended my arm in a classic left jab. It wasn’t a hard blow. But suddenly, boom! My opponent stopped, “dead in his tracks”, as they say. His head jerked backwards. A surprised look crossed his face. He retreated.

Heb dhout ty a wra prederi yn tyffrans wosa nos a gosk. /
No doubt you’ll think differently after a night’s sleep. / Heb causes a 2nd mutation only before diwedh, dout, gorfenn and gow.

Heb dhout ty a wra prederi yn tyffrans wosa nos a gosk.
No doubt you’ll think differently after a night’s sleep.

Prederi a wrav heb fall
I do think without fail

kolonn den a yll krakkya | a vynna prest prederi | a'n paynys bras a'n jeva | ha'n despit heb y dylli
A man's heart may break who would think all the time about the great tortures and the undeserved contempt which he had

Dell leveris vy, yth esa perthi a skeuswydh war dhew du an lowarth hag i a dheuth warbarth dhe gornell an stret yn yet vyghan gwrys gans horn oberys. Alena, hyns a gentevynn eth dhe’n dharas-rag. Yn koynt, an yet re via gwrys fast gans kadon. Ny heveli hemma bos pur gonnyk drefenn an yet dhe vos isel lowr bys may hyllys lamma dresti. Ytho, nyns esa an yet desinyes rag gwitha yn-mes ynherdhyoryon. Martesen, desinyes o hi rag gwitha keun a-bervedh – ny wonn yn hwir. Ytho, prag y hwrav y gampoella? Wel, an yet ma o, yn apert, lett lowr rag nebonan a vynna gul livreson dhe’n drigva. Yn le y gemmeres dhe’n dharas-rag, ev re assa yn sempel an fardell a- dherag dhe’n yet rag an drigoryon dhe gavoes diwettha. Chonseuster! Heb prederi a’n synsas, my a erviras an fardell dhe vos dhymmo vy – hag, a-dhesempis, my a’n kevis. Gans henna, my a asas an gwithyas ow renki ha dehweles yn kosel dhe’n gleudhgell rag anvaylya ow fiwas. o0o Pes da en vy dhe notya, yn apert, Davydh dhe yeuni ragov. Ev a dheuth er ow bynn dhe dharas an gleudhva ha diskwedhes pyth a grysyn bos bern nag o herwydh usadow y’m kever. Byttegyns, drefenn ev dhe skonya ow aswonnans, dre vras, dres nebes dydhyow, nyns o hemma leverel meur. “Ay, ‘Dhav!,” a hwystris vy, heudhik fest, ha my synsys ughel an fardel. “Santa re dheuth! Ev re dhros dhis rohik. Yth heveli dha vos Zombi byghan da!” Ev a dhellos rogh nebes didhanys – dhe’n lyha, yth heveli yndella dhymmo vy. Martesen, y ympynnyon elvennek a ylli hwath konvedhes geryow kepar ha ‘Santa’ ha ‘rohik’. An tybyansow ma yw, wosa oll, ynkleudhys yn town yn brysyow an fleghes a’n howlsedhes. My a worras an fardel war an leur. Maylyes o yn lies gwiskas gwrys a baper- pyg gorm ha kelmys gans nebes troyow a lovannen dew. (A! Ny vaylir denvyth na fella kepar dell o maylyes an fardel ma. A nyns yw henna gwir?). Yth esa maylyer re via herdhys garow yn-dann an lovannen mes nyns o kelmys ken dhe’n fardel. A dalvien ev mos gans an fardel po o ev diblans dhiworto? My a erviras y worra a-denewen. Gwell o genev mires orth Davydh gans an rohik dhiworth Santa.
There were, as I’ve said, low privet hedges on both sides of the garden – leading to a small, wrought-iron gate on the street corner. A concrete pathway then led to the front door. Curiously, the gate had been secured with a chain. This did not seem to make any sense because the gate itself was low enough simply to jump over and was therefore not designed to keep intruders out. Maybe it was meant to keep pet dogs in – I don’t really know. So, why mention it at all? Well, it had obviously presented an obstacle to someone who had come to deliver a parcel to the residence. Instead of taking it to the front door, the parcel had simply been dropped by the gate and left for the residents to find later . Serendipity! Regardless of its contents, I decided the parcel was mine – and I immediately took possession of it. Having done so, I left the somnolent guard to his snoring and discreetly returned to the crypt to examine my prize. o0o I was pleased to note that David had apparently missed me. He met me at the door of the crypt and displayed what I interpreted as unusual attention towards me. However, given that he had been largely ignoring me for some days, this was not saying a great deal. “Hey, Dave,” I whispered exultantly and held the parcel high. “Santa’s been! He brought you a prezzo. You must have been a good little zombie!” He emitted an amused sort of grunt – leastwise, that’s how it seemed to me. Maybe his rudimentary brain still computed ‘Santa’ and ‘prezzo’. These concepts are, after all, deeply ingrained in the psyche of all western children. I placed the parcel on the floor. It was wrapped in several layers of stiff, brown tar-paper and tied with numerous turns of thick twine. (Ah! They don’t wrap ‘em like that anymore, do they?). There was an envelope pushed roughly under the twine but not otherwise secured to the parcel. Was it meant to go with the parcel or was it separate? I decided to put it aside in favour of watching what David would do with ‘Santa’s prezzo’.

kolonn den a yll krakkya a vynna prest prederi a'n paynys bras a'n jeva ha'n despit heb y dylli hag oll rag dha gerensa yesus krist a's godhevi lemmyn gorwith y gara ha gwayt dinatur na vi
A man's heart may break who would think all the time about the great tortures and the undeserved contempt which he had, and all for your sake jesus christ suffered them. now take great care to love him and make sure you are not vilely ungrateful.

Y’n tor’ ma, my a worras hemma a-denewen. My a entras yn gwerthji an studhyoryon – o poran heb pystik, dell heveli. Yth esa y’n gwerthji ma an draow remembrans pennskol herwydh usadow: krysyow T, hanafow-piwas, platyow kovheans ha’n re erell. Byttegyns, ny’m deur anedha – ena po lemmyn. Yth esa yn delergh an gwerthji, owth esedha angerys war an estyll, bern lienyow gweli ha gorheryow-pluvogow. An re na o pyth esa edhomm anedha dhymm. My a guntellas dew lien gweli ha skrifys warnedhi “Postera Crescam Laude”, skochon ha lavar koth. My a’s dug yn-mes dhe le mayth esa a’y worwedh korf Meryl. Nyns o plesont dhe guntell hy gesyon mes y feu gwrys yn skav – ha’n zombis welghys esedhys a-dro dhe wel hy vernans, ow mires orthymm meur aga ankombrynsi, dell heveli. Nyns esa termyn lowr rag hy ynkleudhyas, heb mar, mes my a worras hy gesyon yn fedhel yn kist veur ha prennek (rag plansow), ken gwag y’n tor’na. My a gewsis yn unn hanas dew pysadow: an Pader ha’n Hayl ‘Varya – termyn vyth rag paderow dien – hag ena my a worheras an gist gans nebes skorrow a dennsen yn uskis dhiworth nebes pryskennow y’gan ogas. Ny yllyn ri ynkleudhyans gwir dhe Veryl. (A-wosa, my a borthas kov hi dhe dherivas dhymm bos hy thas pregowther leg y’n Eglos an Vethodysi. Martesen, y fia an derivadow ma yn keyn ow brys y’n tor’ na? Ny wonn.) Wosa konkludya an pysadow, my a hanasas yn town ha treylya dhe-ves. Ena, ow sevel a-dheragov vy, yth esa ow broder-zombi ker, ow grysla yn lowen, leun y las gans kig fresk. Yth esa drogurys a-dro dh’y fas remenant ow sygha a’gan sos marow a-gynsow. Yth esa keffrys nebes krow ow kregi dhiworth y vlew hir (hwath herwydh an gis ena). Yth heveli y vos pes da gans y wriansow. Heb ow prederi, y hwettis y fas kales. Ev a besya grysla. Ena, ev a worras yn fedhel keyn y leuv war ow glas ow honan ha gul hanasans gwelghys. Dres pols, my a omglywas lughesenn toemmder a-ji dhe’m glas gwag ow honan. My re omglywsa pyth omglywo eev.
For the moment, I put this to one side. I entered the Student Union shop – which seemed relatively unscathed. The shop contained the usual university memorabilia: tee-shirts, trophies, commemorative plates etc. But I was not interested in those. At the back of the shop, sitting unloved on the shelves, was a pile of bedding sets: sheets and pillowcases. That’s what I needed. I collected two sheets emblazoned with the university crest and motto (“Postera Crescam Laude”) and took them outside to where Meryl lay. Collecting her remains into the sheets was not pleasant but it was done swiftly – as the sated zombies lounged about the scene of her death, looking on with what seemed like puzzlement. There was no time to bury her, of course, but I gently placed her remains inside a large wooden planter box which was otherwise vacant at the time. I mumbled a Hail Mary and an Our Father – no time for a whole decade of the rosary – and then covered the planter box with a few branches that I hastily pulled from some nearby garden bushes. That’s as near as I could get to a funeral for Meryl. (Afterwards, I remembered that she’d told me her father was a lay preacher in the Methodist church. Perhaps, I’d had this in the back of my mind at the time? Dunno.) After concluding the prayer, I sighed deeply and turned away from the planter box. There, standing before me, was my dear zombie brother, grinning happily, his stomach full of fresh meat. About his face was smeared the drying remains of our recently deceased classmate. A little gore hung from his (then) fashionably long hair. He seemed very pleased with his efforts. Without thinking, I slapped his face hard. He kept grinning. Then, he placed the back of his hand lightly on my own belly and emitted a satisfied groan. For just a moment, I felt a flash of warmth within my own, empty, stomach. I felt what he was feeling.

Y’n tor’ ma, my a worras hemma a-denewen. My a entras yn gwerthji an studhyoryon – o poran heb pystik, dell heveli. Yth esa y’n gwerthji ma an draow remembrans pennskol herwydh usadow: krysyow T, hanafow-piwas, platyow kovheans ha’n re erell. Byttegyns, ny’m deur anedha – ena po lemmyn. Yth esa yn delergh an gwerthji, owth esedha angerys war an estyll, bern lienyow gweli ha gorheryow-pluvogow. An re na o pyth esa edhomm anedha dhymm. My a guntellas dew lien gweli ha skrifys warnedhi “Postera Crescam Laude”, skochon ha lavar koth. My a’s dug yn-mes dhe le mayth esa a’y worwedh korf Meryl. Nyns o plesont dhe guntell hy gesyon mes y feu gwrys yn skav – ha’n zombis welghys esedhys a-dro dhe wel hy vernans, ow mires orthymm meur aga ankombrynsi, dell heveli. Nyns esa termyn lowr rag hy ynkleudhyas, heb mar, mes my a worras hy gesyon yn fedhel yn kist veur ha prennek (rag plansow), ken gwag y’n tor’na. My a gewsis yn unn hanas dew pysadow: an Pader ha’n Hayl ‘Varya – termyn vyth rag paderow dien – hag ena my a worheras an gist gans nebes skorrow a dennsen yn uskis dhiworth nebes pryskennow y’gan ogas. Ny yllyn ri ynkleudhyans gwir dhe Veryl. (A-wosa, my a borthas kov hi dhe dherivas dhymm bos hy thas pregowther leg y’n Eglos an Vethodysi. Martesen, y fia an derivadow ma yn keyn ow brys y’n tor’ na? Ny wonn.) Wosa konkludya an pysadow, my a hanasas yn town ha treylya dhe-ves. Ena, ow sevel a-dheragov vy, yth esa ow broder-zombi ker, ow grysla yn lowen, leun y las gans kig fresk. Yth esa drogurys a-dro dh’y fas remenant ow sygha a’gan sos marow a-gynsow. Yth esa keffrys nebes krow ow kregi dhiworth y vlew hir (hwath herwydh an gis ena). Yth heveli y vos pes da gans y wriansow. Heb ow prederi, y hwettis y fas kales. Ev a besya grysla. Ena, ev a worras yn fedhel keyn y leuv war ow glas ow honan ha gul hanasans gwelghys. Dres pols, my a omglywas lughesenn toemmder a-ji dhe’m glas gwag ow honan. My re omglywsa pyth omglywo eev. 37
For the moment, I put this to one side. I entered the Student Union shop – which seemed relatively unscathed. The shop contained the usual university memorabilia: tee-shirts, trophies, commemorative plates etc. But I was not interested in those. At the back of the shop, sitting unloved on the shelves, was a pile of bedding sets: sheets and pillowcases. That’s what I needed. I collected two sheets emblazoned with the university crest and motto (“Postera Crescam Laude”) and took them outside to where Meryl lay. Collecting her remains into the sheets was not pleasant but it was done swiftly – as the sated zombies lounged about the scene of her death, looking on with what seemed like puzzlement. There was no time to bury her, of course, but I gently placed her remains inside a large wooden planter box which was otherwise vacant at the time. I mumbled a Hail Mary and an Our Father – no time for a whole decade of the rosary – and then covered the planter box with a few branches that I hastily pulled from some nearby garden bushes. That’s as near as I could get to a funeral for Meryl. (Afterwards, I remembered that she’d told me her father was a lay preacher in the Methodist church. Perhaps, I’d had this in the back of my mind at the time? Dunno.) After concluding the prayer, I sighed deeply and turned away from the planter box. There, standing before me, was my dear zombie brother, grinning happily, his stomach full of fresh meat. About his face was smeared the drying remains of our recently deceased classmate. A little gore hung from his (then) fashionably long hair. He seemed very pleased with his efforts. Without thinking, I slapped his face hard. He kept grinning. Then, he placed the back of his hand lightly on my own belly and emitted a satisfied groan. For just a moment, I felt a flash of warmth within my own, empty, stomach. I felt what he was feeling.

2 Ytho, mars eus konfort yn Krist, mars eus solas kerensa, mars eus kowethyans a’n Spyrys, mars eus truedh ha piteth, 2 gwrewgh lenwel ow lowena, ow prederi an keth tra gans an keth kerensa yn unn spyrys, unn tybyans, 3 heb gul travyth dre gesstrif na dre woeth, mes yn uvelder, ow synsi pub den arall dhe vos gwell agesowgh agas honan, 4 heb mires orth agas les agas honan mes orth les tus erell kekeffrys. 5 Kemmerewgh
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Esel a gesunyans lavur ov re gemeras rann a astelyow ober an gwenton ma, ha my re beu ow prederi a’n chalenjyow a restra yn Kernow. Ny dybav bos an chalenjyow ma heb par rag ow hesunyans (an NEU1) ha my a grys y feu nebes sewena dhyn y’ga fetha. Dhe dhrehevel kesunyansow kreffa y’n ranndir, my a dyb bos posek ranna an pyth a oberas yn ta ha dyski a’gan kammgemeryansow.
I am a member of a trade union who have been involved in strike action this spring, and I’ve been reflecting on the challenges of organizing in Cornwall. I don’t believe these challenges are unique to my union (the NEU) and I do believe we’ve had some success in overcoming them. To build stronger unions in the area, I think it’s important to share what has worked well and learn from our mistakes.

‘Na, my a’s katchyas ow treuspassya,’ yn-medh an tiek, ‘ha wrug vy danvonn ow heun er aga bynn; mes i a vynn leverel orthis oll an hwedhel, heb dout. Lemmyn, mar mynnowgh, Mr. Meri ha Mr. Frodo hag oll, res yw dhymm treylya troha tre. Mrs Magott a vydh ow prederi, ha’n nos ow tos ha bos tew.’
‘No, I caught ‘em trespassing,’ said the farmer, ‘and nearly set my dogs on ‘em; but they’ll tell you all the story, I’ve no doubt. Now, if you’ll excuse me, Mr. Merry and Mr. Frodo and all, I’d best be turning for home. Mrs. Maggot will be worriting with the night getting thick.’

Ow avon splann, ow avon efan Ow resek heb lett dhe'n mor Ow avon splann, ow avon efan Ow treghi dha fordh der an dor An lanwes re lanhas olyow treys an klav'rek Ysolt yth esa ow toon Dha dhowrow re welas korf ow Myghtern Arthur Ha'y dhoon dhe gres Avalon Ow avon splann, ow avon efan Ow resek heb lett dhe'n mor Ow avon splann, ow avon efan Ow treghi dha fordh der an dor Yn goskes dha lannow y fatalyas estrenyon Spanyers erbynn an Frynkyon Mes hedhyw y hwelir arwodh agan bresel Usi lemmyn war ankor heb son Ow avon splann, ow avon efan Ow resek heb lett dhe'n mor Ow avon splann, ow avon efan Ow treghi dha fordh der an dor Y'n le mayth omjunya gover Dowr Ythi Gans dowrow gooth strolyek Keynwyn Y trehevis ha shapya agan tasow tre vyghan Pandr’a wrussens prederi lemmyn? Ow avon splann, ow avon efan Ow resek heb lett dhe'n mor Ow avon splann, ow avon efan Ow treghi dha fordh der an dor Dh'avonyow maga yw avel derowen Gans skorennow owth ystynna yn-mes Dhe Ruan, dhe Veler, Ponsmeur ha Devryon Mes ow resek eus dha vewnans dhe ves? Ow avon splann, ow avon efan Ow resek heb lett dhe'n mor Ow avon splann, ow avon efan Ow treghi dha fordh der an dor Dha ganel a dhri hag a dhannvon pythow Sten, glow, ha gwara ha prenn Mes an hwelyow a re dhe'n bobel bewnans A'th lenwis ha syger pub den Ow avon splann, ow avon efan Ow resek heb lett dhe'n mor Ow avon splann, ow avon efan Ow treghi dha fordh der an dor
My bright river, my broad river Flowing incessantly to the sea My bright river, my broad river Cutting your way through the earth The flood stream has washed the leper's footprints Who was carrying Iseult Your waters have seen the body of my King Arthur An borne him to the peace of Avalon My bright river, my broad river Flowing incessantly to the sea My bright river, my broad river Cutting your way through the earth In the shelter of your banks foreigners fought Spaniards against Frenchmen But today our battle emblem is seen Which is now quietly at anchor My bright river, my broad river Flowing incessantly to the sea My bright river, my broad river Cutting your way through the earth Where the river Allen mingled with The waters of the dirty River Kenwyn Our fathers built and formed a little town What would they think today? My bright river, my broad river Flowing incessantly to the sea My bright river, my broad river Cutting your way through the earth Your tributaries are like an oak tree With branches stretching out To Ruan, Mylor, Grampound and Devoran But is your life running away? My bright river, my broad river Flowing incessantly to the sea My bright river, my broad river Cutting your way through the earth Your channel brought and sent riches Tin, coal, merchandise and timber But the workplaces that gave life to the people Filled you, leaving men idle My bright river, my broad river Flowing incessantly to the sea My bright river, my broad river Cutting your way through the earth

an hordh ow kornya war-tu ha’n howlsedhes, an gledhbarth, ha’n dhyghowbarth; ny ylli best vyth sevel er y bynn, ha nyns esa denvyth a ylli delivra a’y dhorn; ev a wre dell vynna hag omvoghhe. 5 Ha my ow prederi anodho, otta, y teuth bogh yowynk a’n howlsedhes a-dreus dhe enep an norvys oll, heb tochya an dor; ha’n bogh a’n jevo korn hewel ynter y dhewlagas. 6 Ev a dheuth bys y’n hordh dewgornek, re welsen war lann an dowrgleudh, hag a boenyas er y bynn gans konnar y nerth. 7 My a’n gwelas ow nesa dhe’n hordh, hag ev a sorras orto, ha gweskel an hordh ha terri y dhewgorn. Ha’n hordh ny’n jevo nerth dhe sevel er y bynn; yndella ev a’n tewlis dhe’n dor ha stankya warnodho; nyns esa denvyth a ylli delivra an hordh a’y nerth. 8 Ena an bogh a omvoghhas dres eghenn; mes kettell dheuth ha bos krev, an korn bras a veu terrys, hag yn y le y sevis peswar korn hewel, war-tu ha’n peswar gwyns a nev.
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Prag yth yw res dhyn prederi a-dro dhe hemma? An tra gans bal selys yw yn fenowgh ev dhe asa lergh vyth war an enep. An kudyn yw, ny yllyn leverel an keth tra a-dro an mildiryow a gowfordhow ha shaftys yn-dann agan threys. Nebes balyow kilfiys re beu lettys gans prenn po kollenwys a skoll, balyow erel re beu gesys poran avel ens pan gerdhas yn-mes an diwettha den bal. Heb hwithrans arbennik, na vydh tybans vyth dhywgh y fo kowfordhow ha shaftys ena – po yn py stud bons. Ytho, da lowr yw prederi an pyth na wrewgh godhvos na wra agas shyndya... mes y’n kas ma, yma own dhyn y halsa. Orth penn gwettha a’n kammneves, bal kilfiys yn-dann agas kerth a alsa diskara. Mar hwarvo hemma, agas krowji Kernewek hweg a veu yn peril a omsedhes po eghennow erel a dhamach a vri. Kavos bal istorek yn ogas a alsa kavos sewyansow kerghynnedhel ynwedh. Possybyl yw rag gassys hedardh dhe devi yn shaftys ha kowfordhow kilfiys, ha neb dowr ow frosa dredha a alsa dos ha bos drog. (Mars owgh hwi yn neb dout yn kever ass yw sad hemma, y fydh martesen fur ragon dhe leverel balyow Kernewek o askorroryon bosek a arsenyk.) Oll an peryllow ma a styr mars eus kerth desedhys yn ogas ha bal koth sten, kober po Pri gwynn, gwirhaval yw y tal le ages y fo ken.
Why do we need to worry about this? The thing about a sealed mine is that it often leaves no trace on the surface. Problem is, we can’t say the same thing about the miles upon miles of tunnels and shafts beneath our feet. Some abandoned mines have been capped with wood or backfilled with waste, others have been left exactly as they were when the last miner walked out. Without a specialist search, you’d have no idea that the tunnels and shafts were there – or what condition they’d been left in. Now, it’s all very well thinking that what you don’t know won’t hurt you... but in this case, we’re afraid it could. At the worst end of the spectrum, an abandoned mine under your property could collapse. If this was to happen, your cute Cornish cottage would likely be at risk of subsidence or other types of significant damage. Having a historic mine nearby can also have environmental implications. It’s possible for explosive gases to build up in abandoned shafts and tunnels, and any water flowing through them can become contaminated. (If you’re in any doubt about how seriously to take this, it might be prudent for us to mention that Cornish mines were also key producers of arsenic.) All of these risks mean that if a property is located in the vicinity of an old tin, copper or China clay mine, it’s likely to be worth less than it would be otherwise.

FILIPPIANYS 2 Uvelder Krist 1Ytho, mars eus konfort yn Krist, mars eus solas kerensa, mars eus kowethyans a'n Spyrys, mars eus truedh ha piteth, 2gwrewgh lenwel ow lowena, ow prederi an keth tra gans an keth kerensa yn unn spyrys, unn tybyans, 3heb gul travyth dre gesstrif na dre woeth, mes yn uvelder, ow synsi pub den arall dhe vos gwell agesowgh agas honan, 4heb mires orth agas les agas honan mes orth les tus erell kekeffrys. 5Kemmerewgh yn agas mysk an tybyans ma esa ynwedh yn Krist Yesu; 6kyn feu yn furv Duw, ny dybis bos par dhe Dhuw avel neppyth dhe sesya, 7mes yth omwakhas y honan, ha kemmeres furv gwas, devedhys yn hevelep tus; ha kevys yn furv den 8ev a omuvelhas ha dos ha bos gostydh bys yn ankow, mernans yn krows. 9Rag hemma, Duw a'n ughelhas yn feur ha ri dhodho an hanow yw dres pub hanow, 10yn hanow Yesu may plekkya pub glin, an re yn nev, an re war an nor, ha'n re yn-dann an nor, 11ha mayth avowa pub taves bos Yesu Krist Arloedh, dhe wordhyans Duw an Tas. Oberi rag Selwyans 12Ytho, ow howetha garadow, kepar dell vewgh pup-prys gostydh pan esen genowgh hwi, oberewgh agas selwyans agas honan gans own ha kren hwath moy lemmyn pan esov dhe-ves. 13Rag Duw yw neb a ober ynnowgh, ha dhe vynnes ha dhe oberi orth bodh y vrys. 14Gwrewgh pup-tra heb krodhvolas na disputya, 15may fewgh divlam ha heb drog, fleghes heb namm a Dhuw, yn mysk kenedhel gamm ha treus, ha hwi a splann yn aga mysk kepar ha golowys y'n bys, 16ow synsi fast an ger a vewnans, may hylliv bostya yn dydh Krist na wrug vy poenya yn euver na lavurya yn euver. 17Mes dhe wir, mars ov skoellys avel offrynn diwes war agas sakrifis ha'n gonis a'gas fydh, my a lowenha ha keslowenhe genowgh hwi oll; 18hag y'n keth vaner, hwi ynwedh a lowenha ha keslowenhe genev. Timothi hag Epafroditus 19Mes my a wayt y'n Arloedh Yesu dannvon Timothi dhywgh hwi kyns nep-pell, may fiv vy konfortys, my ynwedh, ow kodhvos nowodhow ahanowgh. 20Rag nyns eus genev denvyth a'n keth brys, a vydh prederus yn hwir yn agas kever. 21Rag pubonan anedha a hwila aga les aga honan; ny hwilons i les Krist Yesu. 22Mes y gnas ev hwi a's aswonn; ev dhe wonis genev y'n aweyl kepar ha mab gans tas. 23An keth hemma, ytho, my a wayt y dhannvon dhywgh kettell welliv fatell vydh taklow genev, 24mes my a drest y'n Arloedh my dhe dhos ow honan kyns nep-pell. 25Mes my a dybis bos res dannvon dhywgh Epafroditus, ow broder, kesoberer ha kessouder ha'gas kannas, ha menyster a'm edhomm, 26a-ban yeuni ev war agas lergh pubonan, ha troblys veu rag hwi dhe glewes y vos klav. 27Dhe wir, klav ova bys yn ankow. Mes Duw a dhiskwedhas tregeredh dhodho, ha nyns esa dhodho ev yn unnsel mes dhymmo vy ynwedh, na gaffen keudh war geudh. 28Ytho, dhe frettha my re'n dannvonas, may lowenhahowgh orth y weles arta, ha may fiv vy dhe le troblys. 29Rakhenna degemmerewgh ev y'n Arloedh gans lowena oll, ha gwrewgh enora tus a'n par na, 30rag der ober Krist, ev a dheuth bys yn ankow, ow peryllya y vewnans dhe gollenwel an gweres na yllewgh ri dhymm.
PHILIPPIANS 2 Imitating Christ’s Humility 1Therefore if you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any common sharing in the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, 2then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and of one mind. 3Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, 4not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others. 5In your relationships with one another, have the same mindset as Christ Jesus: 6Who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be used to his own advantage; 7rather, he made himself nothing by taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness. 8And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to death— even death on a cross! 9Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name, 10that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, 11and every tongue acknowledge that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. Do Everything Without Grumbling 12Therefore, my dear friends, as you have always obeyed—not only in my presence, but now much more in my absence—continue to work out your salvation with fear and trembling, 13for it is God who works in you to will and to act in order to fulfill his good purpose. 14Do everything without grumbling or arguing, 15so that you may become blameless and pure, “children of God without fault in a warped and crooked generation.” Then you will shine among them like stars in the sky 16as you hold firmly to the word of life. And then I will be able to boast on the day of Christ that I did not run or labor in vain. 17But even if I am being poured out like a drink offering on the sacrifice and service coming from your faith, I am glad and rejoice with all of you. 18So you too should be glad and rejoice with me. Timothy and Epaphroditus 19I hope in the Lord Jesus to send Timothy to you soon, that I also may be cheered when I receive news about you. 20I have no one else like him, who will show genuine concern for your welfare. 21For everyone looks out for their own interests, not those of Jesus Christ. 22But you know that Timothy has proved himself, because as a son with his father he has served with me in the work of the gospel. 23I hope, therefore, to send him as soon as I see how things go with me. 24And I am confident in the Lord that I myself will come soon. 25But I think it is necessary to send back to you Epaphroditus, my brother, co-worker and fellow soldier, who is also your messenger, whom you sent to take care of my needs. 26For he longs for all of you and is distressed because you heard he was ill. 27Indeed he was ill, and almost died. But God had mercy on him, and not on him only but also on me, to spare me sorrow upon sorrow. 28Therefore I am all the more eager to send him, so that when you see him again you may be glad and I may have less anxiety. 29So then, welcome him in the Lord with great joy, and honor people like him, 30because he almost died for the work of Christ. He risked his life to make up for the help you yourselves could not give me.

My a dhasdreylyas troha’n toll rag mires. “Na wra kemmeres re hir, ‘Vata,” yn-medhav dhe Dhavydh. An zombis a besya gwandra, antowlek, ogas dhe’n entrans. Yth esa ogas ha deg warn ugens anedha. Nyns o dhe-les dhedha korf Davydh. Dhe wir, nyns o kig kro. Henn yw leverel, nyns o ‘ladh’. Y fia dhymm termyn hir lowr rag observya an zombis. My re aswonnsa nebes anedha a-dro dhe’n kampus. Y fiens polatys gemmyn. Ny via travyth speshyal y’ga hever. Lemmyn, treweythyow, i a gyni mes ny leverens nevra ger vyth – kepar dell wrons y’n kinema herwydh usadow. Byttegyns, nyns ens i serth aga eskeryow ha breyn aga horfow. Wel, na hwath, yn neb kas. Martesen, wosa seythun arall, y tothya henna. Y’n termyn ma, dhe’n lyha, i a waya hwath nebes yn skav pan vynnens gul yndella mes, dell o usyes, ny wrens saw gwandra yn lent heb amkan apert – a- der, martesen, agan gortos. Ha’ga dewlagas, yn hwir, pur dhihaval ens dhe dhewlagas an dus vyw. Yth arhwil agan dewlagas prest, dhe unn du ha’n huni arall, rag kachya kekemmys ha ni a yll merkya. Henwys yw ‘sakkad’, dell grysav (po neppyth haval). Ny wra henna dewlagas zombis. I a wra lagatta fast dre vras – ha ny wrons gwaya a-der nebes gwayansow skwychyek treweythus. Hemma re via mater dadhel yntra’n studhyoryon vedhegel ha my. I a leveris y fallsa systemow omrewlek ympynnyon an zombis. I a leveris gwel zombis dhe dyli bos isella. Martesen, mes ny welsen denvyth y’ga mysk a vynna previ an dybieth na. Y sevyn ow lagatta der an toll rag mires dres ogas dhe hanter our po moy, yn sempel ow merkya an zombis, kyns Davydh dhe ri y gynsa skywch. Eurekka! My re welsa henna kyns – gans an bolatys brethys erell. Ytho, yn nebes mynysennow, y tallathsa Davydh dasvywya. Res o dhymm gwaya uskis. Yn skav, my a gramblas an ke mebel ha slynkya y’n spasik kromm yntra’n ke ha’n darasow-gweder. Nebes trosek o, heb mar, hag yth esa rannow byghan dhiworth an ke a goedhas yn unn glattra dhe’n leur. “Ay, ‘Beder. Re’n jowl, pyth a wreta prederi gul?” Y fien vy klywys mes nyns esa fordh vyth lemmyn dell vynnen kildenna. 25
I turned back to the observation hole. “Don’t make it too long, Mate,” I said to David. The zombies milled about – maybe thirty or so of them. David’s corpse was apparently of no interest to them. He was not fresh meat. He was not a ‘kill’. I’d had some time to observe the zombies. I recognised a few of them from around the campus – just regular guys, nothing special. They did a bit of moaning but never spoke – just like in the movies. But they weren’t stiff-legged and rotting. Well, not yet anyway. Perhaps in another week or so that would come. For the moment, at least, they still moved about fairly nimbly when they wanted to – but, for the most part, they just wandered around with no obvious aim – except, perhaps, waiting for us to emerge. And their eyes, yes, they were very different from living folks’ eyes. Living folks’ eyes constantly scan back and forth to take in as much as they can – I think it’s called a ‘saccade’ (or something similar). Zombies’ eyes don’t. They stare fixedly a lot of the time and only move in jerky- type movements every now and then. I had discussed this also with the medical students. They said this was because ‘the autonomic functions of the brain were down’. They said zombie vision must be relatively poor. Could be – but I didn’t see any of the medical students putting that theory to the test. I stood staring through the observation hole, I guess, for half an hour or more, just watching the zombies, before David gave his first twitch. Eureka! I’d seen that before – with the other guys who’d been bitten. It was only a matter of a few minutes now before David would start to reanimate. I needed to work fast. Nimbly, I climbed the barricade and slid down into the cramped space between barricade and the glass sliding doors. This was a fairly noisy manoeuvre and some of the smaller parts of the barricade clattered to the floor. “Hey, Pete! What the fuck do you think you are doing?” I’d been heard but there was no way I was backing out now.

8 Dre fydh Abraham o gostydh pan veu gelwys dhe vos dhe dyller may tegemmerra eretons; ev eth yn-rag heb konvedhes ple’th esa ow mos. 9 Dre fydh ev a dheuth dhe driga yn tir an ambosow, avel estren, trigys yn tyldow gans Ysak ha Yakob, kes-heryon a’n keth ambos. 10 Rag y hwaytya an sita hag a’s tevo selveyn, ha’n pennser ha’n byldyer anedhi yw Duw. 11 Dre fydh Saraa hy honan a dhegemmeras galloes dhe omdhoen hwath pan o hi dres an oes, a-ban brederi hi, ev dhe vos lel neb a ambossa. 12 Hag yndellma dhiworth unn den, hag ev kepar hag onan marow, y feu genys diyskynnysi avel ster an nev orth niver, ha diniver avel tewes an morrep. 13 Dre fydh y ferwis oll an re ma, heb degemmeres an ambosow; mes i a’s gwelas ha’ga salusi a-bell, ow konfessya aga bos estrenyon ha godrigoryon war an nor. 14 Rag an re a gews yndellma a dhiskwa yn kler aga bos ow hwilas mammvro. 15 Mar pens ow prederi a’n vro may tothyens anedhi, termyn a’s tevia rag dehweles. 16 Mes lemmyn bro well a hwansons, henn yw, onan nevek. Ytho, Duw ny’n jeves meth bos gelwys aga Duw, rag ev re dharbaris dhedha sita. 17 Dre fydh Abraham, pan veu prevys, a offrynnas Ysak hag ev neb re dhegemmersa an ambosow o parys dhe offrynna y unn vab dineythys, 18 anodho dell veu leverys, ‘Der Ysak y fydh henwys dha has.’ 19 Ev a grysi y hylli Duw drehevel tus a’n re varow; ytho, yn figur, ev a wrug y dhaskemmeres. 20 Dre fydh y pysis
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