Y turrys noal

Daag mee y colaashtey moghrey jea ec lieh oor lurg hoght as hooar mee markiaght dys Armadale lesh carrey ben jeh ny studeyryn ‘sy vrastyl. Er yn assaig ren mee cooish yl-çhengagh lesh fer ass yn Rank va janoo y coorse ‘sy Flodigarry, ‘sy Ghaelg Albinagh, ‘sy Rangish, ‘sy Ghermaanish as ‘sy Shapaanish. Loayr mee lesh olloo y cholaashtey ‘sy Ghaelg Albinagh chammah, agh cha row fys aym dy row eh ny olloo ec y traa shen. Chionnee mee bee er son yn turrys ‘sy Mallaig, as loayr mee lesh yn olloo er y stashoon as er y traen. Daag eh y traen ‘sy Glenfinnan, as hoie fer elley sheese ‘sy aashag hoal. Loayr mee lesh, ren mee saveen, as yeeagh mee magh ass yn uinnag – va reayrtys yindyssagh ry akin.

Raink mee dys Silverdale, my valley dooghys, ec leih oor lurg shiaght as veeit mee rish my voir. Ta mee tannaghtyn ayns shoh cubbyl da laa roish ta mee goll er ash dys Bangor.

I left the college yesterday morning at half eight and got a lift to Armadale with a friend of one of the students in the class. On the ferry I had a multilingual chat with a French bloke who did the course in Flodigarry, in Scottish Gaelic, French, German and Japanese. I also spoke to a professor from the college in Scottish Gaelic, though didn’t know he was a professor at the time. I bought some food for the journey in Mallaig, and talked with the professor on the station and on the train. He got off at Glenfinnan, and another bloke sat in the seat opposite me. I talked to him, dozed, and looked out of the window – there were wonderful views to be seen.

I arrived in Silverdale, my home village, at half seven and met my mum. I am staying here a couple of days before returning to Bangor.

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