yn syth oor Engels

yn syth

Vertalings in die woordeboek Kornies - Engels

directly

adverb conjunction

Soortgelyke frases

yn syth dhyworth
directly from

terri yn syth
directly contravene

kemerys yn syth dhyworth
drawn directly from

a-dheragowgh yn syth
directly in front of you

voorbeelde

/ kemerys yn syth dhyworth / / /
drawn directly from

Y's kechyn ni yn syth, sos
We'll catch them on the run, boys

resek yn syth
make a bee-line

/ a-dheragowgh yn syth / / /
directly in front of you

/ terri yn syth / / /
directly contravene

/ yn syth / / /
directly

/ yn syth dhyworth / / /
directly from

A-dheragowgh yn syth yma park kerri an Porth.
Directly in front of you is the Harbour car park.

Displegya kevreyth dien a glassow dyski tevesik selys y'n gemeneth yn-dann brovians adhyskans tevesik Konsel Kernow - hag yn syth hag yn keskowethyans gans provioryon tressa parti.
To develop a comprehensive system of community-based adult learning classes within Cornwall Council’s adult education provision – both directly and in partnership with third party providers.

SO 1.2.1 Displegya kevreyth dien a glassow dyski tevesik selys y'n gemeneth yn-dann brovians adhyskans tevesik Konsel Kernow - hag yn syth hag yn keskowethyans gans provioryon tressa parti.
SO 1.2.1 To develop a compreghensive system of community-based adult learning classes within Cornwall Council’s adult education provision – both directly and in partnership with third party providers.

An skrifow a syw (chapters 5 dhe 10) a's teves fog herwydh termyn hag a hwither testennow selvenel kemerys yn syth dhyworth manylyon an arhwithransow y'n kettesten a skians ha tybyansow a-lemmyn. [-1,2]
The following essays (chapters 5 to 10) have a chronological focus and explore key themes drawn directly from the survey data in the context of current knowledge and thinking.

An skrifow a sew (chapters 5 dhe 10) a’s teves fog herwydh termyn hag a hwither testennow selvenel kemerys yn syth dhyworth manylyon an arhwithransow y’n kettesten a skians ha tybyansow a-lemmyn.
The following essays (chapters 5 to 10) have a chronological focus and explore key themes drawn directly from the survey data in the context of current knowledge and thinking.

An skrifow a syw (chapters 5 dhe 10) a’s teves fog herwydh termyn hag a hwither testennow selvenel kemerys yn syth dhyworth manylyon an arhwithransow y’n kettesten a skians ha tybyansow a-lemmyn.
The following essays (chapters 5 to 10) have a chronological focus and explore key themes drawn directly from the survey data in the context of current knowledge and thinking.

7668 Yma dhe rannow certan a vorfologieth bervedhek a verbow Mikmakek gorrans rewlys: r.e. pan usi aspekt an verb komprehendyes, yth apper avel an kensa ragstagans, kynth apper an merkyer negedhek yn syth wosa gwreydh an verb pub prys. 20.8572
7668 Yma dhe rannow certan a vorfologieth bervedhek a verbow Mikmakek gorrans rewlys: r.e. pan usi aspekt an verb komprehendyes, yth apper avel an kensa ragstagans, kynth apper an merkyer negedhek yn syth wosa gwreydh an verb pub prys. 20.8572

Desevys o Margaret Burbidge dhe gavos an pewas yn 1972, mes hy a'y naghas drefen difaveryans reydh, yn medh "Termyn yw dhe dhilea disfaveryans a-barth hag erbynn benenes yn bewnans galwesik". Wosa hemma selys o y kessedhek kynsa war re benenes. hag i a hedhis yn unn re an pewas yn syth.
Margaret Burbidge was due to be given the 1972 award, but she refused it on the grounds of gender discrimination, stating: "It is high time that discrimination in favor of, as well as against, women in professional life be removed".[2] This prompted the AAS to set up its first committee on the status of women in astronomy[2] and they ceased issuing the award directly.

Hemma re beu bledhen fastheans rag an rewlyans nowydh, gans an Kessedhek ow kwaya dhyworth omvyskans syth yn arvreusyans a skwirys dhe rol-worweles.
This has been a stabilisation year for the new regime with the Committee moving from direct involvement in the assessment of the standards to an overseeing role.

Ow provia nowodhow ha radyo ‘leel’ a-barth konteth a-ji framweyth Ranndir SW a Bow Sows, nyns yw provians an DGP (PSB) a-lemmyn dhyworth an BBC gwiw rag porpos. Y fyllir orth delivra lev rag an bobel gernewek. Ha’n BBC ow fyllel orth delivra kanasedhyans leun a styr a’n yeth ha’n bobel gernewek, ev a dorr yn syth y Dheverow Ollgemmyn (14) Diversita ow tochya an gorholedhow. Kessedhek Kussulyek an Konsel Europa a bes breusi (heb bos merkys) fowt a brovians media a-barth an Gernowyon, ha dasleverel y gomendyansow rag ‘gwrians desempis’ yn Evrirans CM/ResCMN (2018) 1 an 7ves a vis Hwevrer 2018: Rag gul gwrians hardh rag surhe daswel Chartour an BBC dhe wellhe hedhas dhe routh-vedia gans tus yw eseli minorytys kenedhlek hag ethnek; rag ynkressya arghasans ha surhe bos towlennow divers yn yethow minoryta, yn arbennek yn Iwerdhonek, ha dalleth skoodhyans a’n par na rag Kernewek (Konsel Europa 2018).
Providing ‘local’ news and radio for a county within the framework of a SW Region of England, the current PSB provision from BBC is not fit for purpose. It fails to deliver a voice for the Cornish people. In failing to deliver meaningful representation of Cornish language and people the BBC is in direct contravention of its General Duties (14) Diversity requirements. The Council of Europe’s (unheeded) Advisory Committee continues to criticise the ongoing lack of media provision for the Cornish, reiterating its recommendations for ‘immediate action’ in Resolution CM/ResCMN (2018)1 on 7 February 2018 to: Take resolute action to ensure that the revision of the BBC Charter improves access to mass media for persons belonging to national and ethnic minorities; increase funding and ensure a variety of programmes for minority languages, in particular for the Irish language, and introduce such support for the Cornish language (Council of Europe, 2018).

ROEV SOS ROEV Verse 1 “He’va, he’va”, Brennyas Kraf dha rosow, ke dhe’n mor Aspi gluw war-tu ha’n garmer hag a-bell Brennyas, gid dha dus, may fo roevys ewn a-brys Gwith hi saw, syns hi kompes gans dha nell Verse 2 Mis-Hedra ’teu dynsoges Ha mis-Du herynnys gwynn Tewedhow gwav ’an gwith ni war an tir Kankres pals, brithylli splann Der an gwenton ni a gan Hag y’n withva gorryn hern y’n havas hir Chorus Roev sos roev, roev erbynn an fros, sos bo an garmer hos sos, roev roev sos roev, y’s kechyn ni yn syth sos roev bys pan vi skwith sos, roev Verse 3 War an flour, kowellow gwag An hes a way dhe’n est Agan skathow ’denn an roes ha kylgh yw gwrys An garmer, ev a wra an desenn He’va da Agan kok yw leun, ’gan krysyow glyb dre hwys Verse 4 Mowysi mas a’s gwra pur lan Ha’s bernya saw ha sygh Talgellow leun a hoelan, skansow brav Puptydh mires orth an mayn, skwattys yns dhe ri an saym Rag pesya der an gewer dhrog yn gwav Repeat Chorus Verse 5 Yeghes da dhe dus katholik Re bo bywnans hir dhe’n Pab mayth ystynno ev Korawys dre hwegh mis rag y dus py le ny vern, nyns eus travyth avel hern aga enev rag y selwel war an bys Repeat Chorus x 2
ROW BOYS ROW Hear, men, hear the bowsman Grab your nets and put to sea Keep an eye out for the hewer And the haze Bowsmen guide your crews, Steer your oarsmen straight and true Keep us safe and hold her steady As she sways November brings the herring And October brings the hake The storms of winter Keep us firm ashore We′ll be crabbing in the spring Hauling mackerel as we sing And in summer we'll the pilchard In to store Row, boys, row! Row against the tide Hear the hewer cry Boys, row! Row, boys, row We′ll catch 'em on the run, boys Row until we're done, boys Row Empty baskets line the deck The shoal is moving east The sailboats form a circle with the hail The hewers off to bay The welcome never came And our load is full Our shirts are wet with sweat The womenfolk will clean them all And stack them high and dry Our cellars filled with salt And silver scale And then our daily toil Be to Preston for the oil To see us through the winter storms And gales Row, boys, row! Row against the tide Hear the hewer cry Boys, row! Row, boys, row We′ll catch ′em on the run, boys Row until we're done, boys Row And then we′ll drink the health Of Catholic folk And to the Pope They can search the whole world over Pole to pole May they all repent And extend their term of lent For there's nothing quite like pilchard For the saving of the soul Row, boys, row! Row against the tide Hear the hewer cry Boys, row! Row, boys, row We′ll catch 'em on the run, boys Row until we′re done, boys Row Row, boys, row! Row against the tide Hear the hewer cry Boys, row! Row, boys, row We'll catch 'em on the run, boys Row until we′re done, boys Row Row until you′re done boys row!

"He'va, he'va", Brennyas Kraf dha rosow, ke dhe'n mor Aspi gluw war-tu ha'n garmer hag a-bell Brennyas, gid dha dus May fo roevys ewn a-brys Gwith hi saw, syns hi kompes gans dha nell Mis-Hedra 'teu dynsoges Ha mis-Du herynnys gwynn Tewedhow gwav 'an gwith ni war an tir Kankres pals, brithylli splann Der an gwenton ni a gan Hag y'n withva gorryn hern y'n havas hir Roev, sos, roev Roev erbynn an fros, sos Bo an Garmer hos, sos, roev Roev sos, roev Y's kechyn ni yn syth, sos Roev bys pan vi skwith sos, roev War an flour, kowellow gwag An hes a way dhe'n est Agan skathow 'denn an roes ha kylgh yw gwrys An Garmer, ev a wra an desenn He'va da Agan kok yw leun, 'gan krysyow glyb dre hwys Mowysi mas a's gwra pur lan Ha's bernya saw ha sygh Talgellow leun a hoelan, skansow brav Puptydh mires orth an mayn Skwattys yns dhe ri an saym Rag pesya der an gewer dhrog yn gwav Roev, sos, roev Roev erbynn an fros, sos Bo an Garmer hos, sos, roev Roev, sos, roev Y's kechyn ni yn syth, sos Roev bys pan vi skwith sos, roev Yeghes da dhe dus Katholik Re bo bywnans hir dhe'n Pab Mayth ystynno ev Korawys dre hwegh mis Rag y dus py le ny vern Nyns eus travyth avel hern Aga enev rag y selwel war an bys Roev, sos, roev Roev erbynn an fros, sos Bo an Garmer hos, sos, roev Roev, sos, roev Y's kechyn ni yn syth, sos Roev bys pan vi skwith sos, roev Roev, sos, roev Roev erbynn an fros, sos Bo an Garmer hos, sos, roev Roev, sos, roev Y's kechyn ni yn syth, sos Roev bys pan vi skwith sos, roev Roev bys pan vi skwith sos, roev
"Hevva, hevva", Bowsman Grab your nets and put to sea Keep an eye upon the Huer and the haze Bowsman, guide your crew Steer your oarsmen straight and true Keep her safe, hold her steady as she sways November brings the herring And October brings the hake The storms of winter keep us firm ashore We'll be crabbing in the spring Hauling mackerel as we sing And in summer we put pilchard into store Row, boys, row Row against the tide, boys Hear the Huer cry, boys, row Row, boys, row We'll catch them on the run, boys Row until you're done, boys, row Empty baskets line the deck The shoal is moving east Our seine-boats form a circle with the net The Huer's off to bake the welcome Hevva cake Our load is full, our shirts are wet with sweat The womenfolk will clean them all And stack them high and dry Our cellars fill with salt and silver scales Then our daily toil Will be to press them for the oil To see us through the winter storms and gales Row, boys, row Row against the tide, boys Hear the Huer cry, boys, row Row, boys, row We'll catch them on the run, boys Row until you're done, boys, row And then we'll drink the health of Catholic folk And to the Pope They can search the whole world over, pole to pole May they all repent and extend their term of Lent For there's nothing quite like pilchard For the saving of the soul Row, boys, row Row against the tide, boys Hear the Huer cry, boys, row Row, boys, row We'll catch them on the run, boys Row until you're done, boys, row Row, boys, row Row against the tide, boys Hear the Huer cry, boys, row Row, boys, row We'll catch them on the run, boys Row until you're done, boys, row Row until you're done, boys, row

Ny wandersyn pellder. My re ervirsa mos dhe Ji an Kesunyans, kres bywder kowethasek an studhyoryon war gampus. Henn o an le mayth en ni rag kavoes agan boes (“An Kaff”). Henn o an le mayth en rag mires orth gwariow studhyoryon (“An Gwaridi Myster”) po an bykturs gwaya-mir. Henn o le may huntellsa oll an kowethasow rag aga huntellyansow. Henn o both an bywnans studhyek. Yn sur, dell grysyn, y fia duryoryon kudhys ena – ha possybyl o i dhe ri dhymm ha dhe Dhavydh dynnargh toemma es dell esen ow tegemmeres dhe’n Lyverva Baillieu. Tybyans meur y wokkineth, dell hwer. Rag kerdhes dhiworth an Bailieu dhe Ji an Kesunyans a gemmer, martesen, a- dro dhe bymp mynysenn. Ny grysav Davydh dhe wodhvos le mayth esen orth y gemmeres – mes lowen o ev kerdhes genev, ow talghenna ow leuv kepar dell wra fleghik. Da lowr o henna genev. Ha ni warbarth, y skonya aswonn ahanav an zombis a dremensyn ryb an fordh. Pan esen ni a-dro dhe gans meter pellder dhiworth Chi an Kesunyans, a- dhistowgh, y teuth ha bos Davydh amovyes yn feur. Y’n kynsa le, ny wrug ev saw rogha ha gul sonyow andhiblans. Ena, y tallathas skwychya unnweyth arta. Ev a waskas yn kales ow leuv ha dalleth penndroppya yn fordh resyek. Wostiwedh, y leuv a omdhellos dhiworth ow huni – hag ev a dhallathas resek yn syth wor’tu ha’n drehevyans, ow bedhegyla hag ev gyllys. O hemma gwarnyans arall? My a dhraylyas a-dhelergh dhodho. Yn hwir, ny allsen vy kelli kestav ganso – ow thremengummyas o ev, ow ambos tremen-salowder, a-ji dhe ruvaneth an zombis. (Esa dhedha hwath ruvaneth? Po ruw?) Ogas dhe’n entrans soth Chi an Kesunyans, yth esa eukalyptwydhenn veur hag a-dro dhedhi bynk gylghyek. Yntra’n vynk ha’n ben, y hyllys gweles kolm byghan zombis, a’ga dewlin, owth attendya dhe neppyth a’y worwedh war an grond.
We didn’t wander far. I had decided to go to Union House, the centre of all student social activity on campus. That’s where we’d go to get food (‘The Caff’). That’s where we’d go to see student theatre (‘The Guild Theatre’) or the movies. That’s where all the student clubs had their meetings. It was the hub of student life. Surely, I thought, there would be survivors holed up there who might give me and David a warmer welcome than we could expect back at the Baillieu – a fairly stupid idea, as ideas went. From the Baillieu to the Union was a walk of, maybe, five minutes. I don’t think David knew where I was taking him – but he was content to walk along, holding my hand like a small child. That was okay by me. As long as we were together, the zombies we passed along the way paid me no mind at all. When we got within, say, one hundred metres of Union House, David suddenly became agitated. At first, he just grunted and made indistinct vocalisations. Then, he started twitching once again. He squeezed my hand hard and started bobbing his head up and down in a rhythmic fashion. Finally, he broke free of my grip and broke into a headlong sprint towards the building, roaring as he went. Was this another warning? I trailed along behind him. I could not afford to lose contact with him – he was my passport, my promise of safe conduct, within the kingdom of the zombies. (Did they have a kingdom yet? Or a king?) Near the South exit of Union House was a large eucalypt tree, encircled by a wooden bench seat. Between the seat and the tree trunk could be seen a small knot of zombies, kneeling and attending to something lying on the ground.

Yth esa Davydh ow resek yn syth troha’n kolm. Pan dhrehedhas an bagas ma, ev a vedhyglas unnweyth arta hag omdhegesi yntra’n zombis erell. Yn kynsa le, ev a assaya dhe vatalyas orta - po dell grysen. Mes nyns o henna ewn. Nyns esa saw orth aga herdhya a-denewen – rag kevrenna y’n pyth esa seulabrys dhedha. An pyth esa dhedha o korf, korf byghan ha gwann. Yth esa goes pur rudhogh a- dro dhodho, yn poll ow tevi. Ytho, dhe’m breus vy, an ladhva (mar pe ladhva yn hwir) re hwarsa a-gynsow, nans o nebes mynysennow martesen. Yth esa an zombis ow koelya yn trosek orth aga fiwas. Drefenn y nester dhe entrans soth an drehevyans, my a grysi henn o le may tothya an studhyer ma – ow kul fysk yn desper rag frankedh, heb dhout. Ya, my a ylli gweles hy vos myrgh. Ny ressa hi pellder meur. Hy folsyow finek, meur aga euthekter, re via spenys, dell heveli, owth assaya plattya yn-dann an vynk brennek ha rond settyes a-dro dhe’n eukalyptwythenn meur. Skoes pur druan, yn hwir. Y fia hi yn desper, dell heveli. Plepynag y fia a-ji dhe’n drehevyans, ev re’s gwithsa orth danjer dres seythun y’n lyha. Ytho, prag y ressa hi lemmyn? Prag na bessas gortos rag gweres? Ny godhvydhav nevra. Martesen, nyns esa dowr na fella dhedhi. Martesen, boes vyth. My a viras orth Davydh ha’n zombis hag i dybrys an venyn anfeusik. Sedhys-oll y’ga fest, i a skonya aswonn ahanan yn tien. Pan glywsens an ‘darvosow lowen’ ma, zombis erell a dheuth yn skon rag omjunya ynna. Nans o seythun, an yonkers ha’n venyn yowynk ma a allsa bos warbarth, yn mysk aga hesstudhydhyoryon. My a omglywo bos salow mes yth esa dhymm hwans meur godhvos. Ytho, nyns esa dewis vyth dhymm saw omneshe rag merkya an hwarvos ankrysadow esa ow hwarvos a-dherag ow dewlagas. Ena, y hwarva ev: onan yntra’n zombis a bowesas ha sevel, diberthys dhiworth y fest los dres pols, termyn hir lowr rag ow kachya golok bejeth an venyn yowynk. “Davydh!” my a armas. “Ni a’s aswonn! Meryl yw.” Davydh a sevis pols y benn ha flykkya y dhewlagas marow wor’tu ha my. “Hag ytho?” a leveris an dhewlagas na, dell heveli. A-dhesempis, ev a dhasattendyas dhe’y ‘negys’. My a botyas yn krev orth y gilgorf – dhe borpos da vyth. Ev a sevis ha treylya dhymm. Yth esen ni ow sevel bejeth dhe vejeth. 33
David was making a bee-line for them. When he reached the group, he roared once again and threw himself among them. At first, I thought he was trying to fight them – but, no, he was merely pushing them aside, pushing them aside to share in what they had. What they had was a small, frail corpse. By the crimson of the blood pooling around it, I’d say the kill (if that’s what it was) was very recent, only a matter of minutes since. The zombies were noisily feasting on their prize. By its proximity to the southern exit of the building, I guessed that’s where the victim had come from – no doubt making a desperate dash for freedom. Yes, I could see it was a girl. She hadn’t got far. Her last horrific moments seem to have been spent trying to cower under the round wooden seat set around the large eucalypt tree. Very poor cover indeed. She must have been desperate. Wherever she had been within the building, it had kept her safe for at least 7 days. So, why run now? Why not keep waiting for help to arrive? I’ll never know. Perhaps the water ran out. Perhaps, the food. I watched David and the zombies devouring the unfortunate woman. Totally engrossed in their feast, they utterly ignored me. Hearing the ‘festivities’, other zombies soon came and joined in. A week ago, they had been young men and this young woman had probably been among their classmates. Fascinated but feeling relatively safe, I couldn’t help but edge closer to observe the unbelievable event that was occurring before my eyes. Then, it happened: One of the zombies paused and rose from its vile feasting just long enough for me to catch a glimpse of the young woman’s face. “David!” I screamed. “We know her! That’s Meryl.” David lifted his head very briefly and flicked his dead eyes in my direction. “So?” they seemed to say. He returned immediately to the business at hand. I kicked savagely at his rear – to no good purpose. He rose to his feet and turned full-face to me.

Ow provia nowodhow ha radyo ‘leel’ a-barth konteth a-ji framweyth Ranndir SW a Bow Sows, nyns yw provians an DGP (PSB) a-lemmyn dhyworth an BBC gwiw rag porpos. Y fyllir orth delivra lev rag an bobel gernewek. Ha’n BBC ow fyllel orth delivra kanasedhyans leun a styr a’n yeth ha’n bobel gernewek, ev a dorr yn syth y Dheverow Ollgemmyn (14) Diversita ow tochya an gorholedhow. Kessedhek Kussulyek an Konsel Europa a bes breusi (heb bos merkys) fowt a brovians media a-barth an Gernowyon, ha dasleverel y gomendyansow rag ‘gwrians desempis’ yn Evrirans CM/ResCMN (2018) 1 an 7ves a vis Hwevrer 2018: Rag gul gwrians hardh rag surhe daswel Chartour an BBC dhe wellhe hedhas dhe routh-vedia gans tus yw eseli minorytys kenedhlek hag ethnek; rag ynkressya arghasans ha surhe bos towlennow divers yn yethow minoryta, yn arbennek yn Iwerdhonek, ha dalleth skoodhyans a’n par na rag Kernewek (Konsel Europa 2018). Ow tochya aswonvos an yeth kernewek yn-dann CEYRM (ECRML) Konsel Europa yn 2003, ha gront gre minoryta kenedhlek difresys yn-dann an KFDVK (FCPNM) yn 2014; Ow tochya an falladow ma gans Governans an Ruvaneth Unys ha’n BBC a-barth provians gonis poblek rag an yeth kernewek ha’n bobel gernewek; An studhyans ma a gows orth an fowt ma a brovians gonis poblek, ha kampolla agan kentrevogyon geltek, minorytys kenedhlek erel an RU yw aswonys gans gre difresys ha yethow teythyek yn Kembra, Alban hag Iwerdhon Gledh. Ev a gows yn efanna a brovians a-lemmyn a’n DGP (PSB) y’n dirwedh vysyel usi ow chanjya, le may hwra kewri-frosa gwarthevya provians war-worholeth, hag yn pub le goslowysi ha data a dheterm an desedhegyans; ha porthow personelheans, yw lewys gans algorythmow diskudhadowder, a brof budhow ow lehe dhyworth an hager geynvor a ‘Peak TV’. An skrif ma a wra drehevel war dybyansow styrys yn ‘Devedhek rag Pellwolok Gonis Poblek’ (Freedman ha Goblot, 2018) ha hwithra pyth a yll bos semlant Media Gonis Poblek Kernewek anlinyek pell a’n worcita: drehevys war deknologeth lyver-akontow lesrynnys (TLL) ha desinys a-barth an ‘liesplekter keskomunyek gweriniethek’ (Born 2018 f.134) a’gan devedhek bysyel. Yma barras eksistyansel dhe’n BBC (ha Breten Veur); an bleujyowans a dhiverseth keffrysek a wordevis kesweythow usadow menystrans kresennys, orth aga chalenjya dhe esplegya yn uskis po bos yn godros kodha yn tewlder. An derivas ma a wovyn: a yll an BBC provia hembrenkyans dhe dhastesinya Kenedhlow & Ranndiryow an BBC rag aswonvos, dastewynnya ha dasvywhe an liesplekter kompleth a honanieth Predennek an 21ens kansvledhen? Dre reson an goredhom hin hag anparder golusogneth ow sevel - hwath yth yw Kernow yn mysk an boghosekka ranndiryow a’n RU ha’n ranndir nessa boghosekka yn Europa Kledh (Eurostat, 2014) – res porres yw bos pub gwrians gonis poblek nowydh desinys gans pennrewlys dastinythyek y’ga holon. An skif ma a gemmer kevarwodhyans a ‘Erbysieth Knowen Doos’ Kate Raworth (2017) ha, gans menek an Arvreusyans Effeyth B yw talvosys yn ollvysel, an derivas ma a dhastewyn argergh tybyans desin radikal yn y brofyansow. Aswonys yw Kernow dres an genedhel avel bonni awenek a vri. Yma dhodho bern a gerthow nosedhek, ertach gonisogethek a awen hag arnowedhyans, diwysyans ha kreft, spasow aswonys dres eghen ha tylleryow awenek troghyansek. Kespareth Aventur Leel Kernow ha Syllan a (KAL KS) a gampollas 10 chons ranngylgh rag kevarghow dhe herdhya tevyans sostenadow ha gweres orth treusformya erbysieth an RU. Awenek a wra aga ledya: ‘an ranngylgh awenek yw kerth wonisogethek hag erbysiethek - hag y tyv orth dewblek kevradh erbysieth an RU’ (KAL KS, 2018).
Providing ‘local’ news and radio for a county within the framework of a SW Region of England, the current PSB provision from BBC is not fit for purpose. It fails to deliver a voice for the Cornish people. In failing to deliver meaningful representation of Cornish language and people the BBC is in direct contravention of its General Duties (14) Diversity requirements. The Council of Europe’s (unheeded) Advisory Committee continues to criticise the ongoing lack of media provision for the Cornish, reiterating its recommendations for ‘immediate action’ in Resolution CM/ResCMN (2018)1 on 7 February 2018 to: Take resolute action to ensure that the revision of the BBC Charter improves access to mass media for persons belonging to national and ethnic minorities; increase funding and ensure a variety of programmes for minority languages, in particular for the Irish language, and introduce such support for the Cornish language (Council of Europe, 2018). Having regard to the recognition of the Cornish language under the Council of Europe’s ECRML in 2003, and granting of protected national minority status under the FCPNM in 2014; Having regard to these failures by the Government of the United Kingdom and the BBC in provision of public service for the Cornish language and the people; This study addresses this deficit of public service provision, referencing our Celtic neighbours, the other recognised UK national minorities with protected status and autochthonous languages in Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland. It also takes a broader look at the current provision of PSB in the changing digital landscape where streaming giants dominate on-demand provision, and everywhere audiences and data determine commissioning; where personalisation portals, navigated by discoverability algorithms, offer diminishing returns from the churning ocean of ‘Peak TV’. Building on ideas expounded in ‘A Future for Public Service Television’ (Freedman and Goblot, 2018) this report explores what a new non-metropolitan, non-linear, Cornish Public Service Media could look like: built on distributed ledger technology (DLT) and designed for the ‘democratic communicative pluralism’ (Born 2018, p.134) of our digital future. The BBC (and Britain) face an existential crisis; the flowering of federal diversity has outgrown orthodox structures of centralized administration, challenging them to evolve rapidly or risk plummeting into obscurity. This report poses the question: can the BBC provide leadership in redesigning BBC Nations & Regions to recognise, reflect and revitalize the complex plurality of 21st century British identity? In light of the climate emergency and rising wealth inequality - Cornwall remains one of the poorest areas of the UK and the second poorest region in Northern Europe (Eurostat, 2014) - it is essential that any new public service intervention be designed with regenerative principles at their heart. Taking direction from Kate Raworth’s seminal ‘Doughnut Economics’ (2017) and with reference to the globally valued B Impact Assessment, this report reflects a radical design thinking process in its proposals. Cornwall is recognised as a nationally significant creative cluster. It contains a wealth of notable assets, a cultural heritage of creativity and innovation, industry and art, celebrated exceptional spaces and immersive inspirational places. Cornwall and the Isles of Scilly Local Enterprise Partnership (CIOS LEP) has identified 10 sector opportunities for investment to drive sustainable growth and help transform the UK economy. Leading these is Creative: ‘the creative sector is a cultural and economic asset – and it’s growing at twice the rate of the UK economy’ (CIOS LEP, 2018).

AN KERT YEYNELL Nyns esa porpos da vyth bos servyes dre gewsel a-dro dhe vaterow poesek gans Charles. Yn hwir, yth esa ev yn y bys byghan y honan – ha lowen o ev bos ena. Byttegyns, dihaval o Powl. Gwir o y vos owth omdhesevya yn kryjyk. Wosa oll, nyns yw pub huni a dhegemmer Maria Wynn avel godrigores. Byttegyns, yth heveli y vos resnel yn selyek – yth esa edhomm meur dhymm a’y vos astell-son rag an nessa towlow ragov vy ha rag Davydh. Ytho, pan esa Davydh ha Charles ow powes, my a’n kemmeras a-denewen. “Dhe by pellder a grysydh bos an pla drehedhys lemmyn?” a wovynnis vy. “Y tesevydh nag y vos lesys saw gans brath an zombis?” “Desav. Nyns esa denvyth ow kudha y’n Baillieu a dhiskwedha sinys marnas i re via brethys. Ytho, nyns yw gwirhaval bos lesans an klevesans der ayr po dre dhowr,” yn-medhav. “Wel, ny yll an pla lesa pella – hag uskissa – ages an zombis,” a worthybis Powl, meur y reson. “Ytho, py pellder a yll mos an zombis yn ...pyth ywa lemmyn? Naw dydh?” Henn o kepar ha kwestyon dhiworth Monty Python’s Flying Circus: “Mar kelmir krogen knowenn goko orth y esker, py pellder a yll nija gwennel Afrikanek yn ...?” “An zombis a yll kerdhes mar uskis ha’n dus vyw mes an re a welis vy, ny gerdhons i yn linennow syth, dell heveli. Ny wrons marnas gwandra oll a-dro – menowgh ogas dhe’n keth le.” “Prederyn ni a-dro dhe henna,” yn-medh Powl, ow tevi y omvyskans y’n kwestyon ma. “Ny yllys gweles an re a fisa, a ny yllys? Drefenn ty dhe driga y’n keth le – ogas dhe’n bennskol...” Observyans ewn. “...ytho, leveryn bagas byghan anedha dhe dhewis gwandra dhe-ves, mes trohag unn gwartron unnsel, ha pesya yn sempel gwandra y’n fordh na heb chanj. Py pellder re lavuryas an voward ma, voward an klevesans, bys an tor’ ma?”
THE FRIDGE TRUCK There wasn’t much point in discussing matters with Charles. He was definitely in his own little world and happy to be there. Paul, however, was a different proposition. It is true that he was religiously self-deluding. After all, not everyone receives visitations from the Blessed Virgin Mary. However, he seemed basically rational and I desperately needed a sounding board to plan my (and David’s) next moves. So, when David and Charles both chose to rest, I took him aside. “How far do you think the plague has spread?” I asked. “You’re assuming it is spread only by zombie bite?” “Yes, no-one who was hiding in the Baillieu showed any symptoms unless they had been bitten. So, airborne or waterborne infection seems unlikely,” I said. “Well, the infection will have travelled only as far – and as fast – as the zombies,” replied Paul, not unreasonably. “So, how far can zombies travel in, what is it now? Nine days?” This sounded like one of those questions from Monty Python’s Flying Circus: “If you tie a coconut shell to its leg, how far can an African swallow fly in ...?” “Zombies can walk as fast as living people but the ones I’ve seen tend not to travel in straight lines. They just mill about in much the same place.” “Let’s think about that,” said Paul, warming to the conundrum. “You wouldn’t see the ones who had cleared off, would you? Because you yourself have stayed put – near the uni ...” A fair point. “...now let’s say a small but significant percentage of zombies choose to wander off in a particular direction and just keep going. How far would this vanguard of the infection have gotten by now?”

AN ACHESON MAY FYNNA AN KAPTEN ZOMBI. Nowodhow da: ny dhegemmersa na Davydh na my, a-dhistowgh yn neb kas, pellenn dh’agan ympynnyon. Nowodhow drog: yth esa, agan dew, maylyes agan dewlagas ha tewlys y’n delergh kertik breselek. Ni a omgavas bos ow ponkya a-hys fordh bowel dres termyn hir, termyn hir dres eghenn. (Po, esa owth heveli bos yndellna?) Yth o tergh an kertik pur gales. My a ylli omglywes pub toll ha pub boemm ha pub tonn dhiworth an fordh na, meur aga niver. Kelmys fast o’m diwla ha’m dewdroes mayth o kales dhe driga owth esedha syth. Ny yllyn bos sur pyth esa Davydh ow kul – a-der bedhygla ha hanasa hepken, yn treweythyus. “Gas dha son, ‘Dhav!” a skrijis vy – heb effeyth apert vyth. Yth esa fler drog yn delergh an kertik, fler a urin, fler a hwyj – tynn ha trenk. Dell heveli, tremenysi an kertik, herwydh usadow, o soudoryon wosa ‘nos vras’ y’n tre ha mayth esa dhedha edhomm a ‘weres’ rag dehweles dhe’n selva. Pan dhegeydh dha dhewlagas, y teuth ha bos omgemmys termyn lavuryans. Sur a hemma a allav bos anodho drefenn ow hwithrans empirek. Py par a hwithrans, a wovynnydh? Govynn da. Gwra assaya dhe dhegea dha dhewlagas ha ty ow lavurya dhe-dre dhiworth dha soedh – yn tren, yn stret-karr po yn kyttrin. Ha na wra assaya aga dasigeri marnas pan grysydh dha neshe orth dha orsav dha honan. Dhe wir, assay an dra. My a ambos orthis ty dhe dhasigeri dha dhewlagas pup- prys termyn hir kyns es ty dhe dhrehedhes an orsav herwydh dha usadow (marnas ty a goedh yn kosk, heb mar.) Y’n prys ma, maylyes ow dewlagas, nyns esa dhymm tybyans vyth a-dro dhe bellder gwir an vyaj. Ytho, my a grysi bos an vyaj lies our hirra es dell o yn hwir. Eus reson rag an lavar ma? Na. Ny vern, nyns yw travyth a-der gwandrans arall. Yn neb kas, wostiwedh, y teuth vyaj an kertik dhe dhiwedh ow krena – mes ny hwarva henna kyns ow bos spenys yn tien y’m korf drefenn ow assayans dhe driga a’m sav, kelmys ow diwla ha’m dewdroes.
CHAPTER 19 WHY THE CAPTAIN WANTED A ZOMBIE Good news: neither David nor I received an immediate bullet to the brain. Bad news: both of us were blindfolded, bundled into the back of a military paddy-wagon and found ourselves bumping along a rural highway for a very, very long time. (Or did it just seem that way?) The paddy-wagon was roughly sprung to the point where I felt every pothole, every bump and undulation on that roadway – and there were many. My hands and feet were bound securely and so it was difficult to remain sitting upright. I couldn’t be sure what David was doing – other than roaring and moaning at irregular intervals. “Shut up, Dave!” I screamed – to no obvious effect. And the back of the paddy-wagon smelt distinctly of urine and vomit – both sharp and sour. My guess was that its usual occupants were soldiers who had had a big night on the town and needed some ‘assistance’ getting back to their base. When you close your eyes, travel time becomes distorted. I know of this from empirical research. What sort of research, you ask? Good question: try closing your eyes on the way home from work – whether travelling by train, tram or bus – and only open them when you think you have arrived at your train/tram/bus stop. Go on, try it. I guarantee you’ll always re-open your eyes long before you get near your accustomed stop (unless, of course, you fall asleep). On this particular occasion, of course, I was blindfolded and had no idea of how long the trip actually took. So, I believed the trip was actually many hours longer than it really was. Does that make sense? No matter, it’s just another digression. In any event, the paddy-wagon eventually came to a juddering halt – but not before I was physically spent from the effort of remaining upright whilst bound hand and foot.