Va sheshoon kiaullee mie ayns my hie fastyr jea. Cha daink agh nane fer elley, as chloie shin carryn Erinagh, son y chooid smoo, er y feddan stainnagh, er y feddan ishil, er y gitar as er y conserteen. Chloie mysh my cavaquinho noa (sorçh jeh gitar beg voish yn Phortiugal) chammah. Chionnee mee strengyn noa er e hon yn çhiaghtyn shoh, er yn oyr dy row strengyn neugheyr er tra hooar mee eh as chaill eh y carr dy mennick. Nish t’eh tannaghtyn lesh y carr, fo ny harrish. Foddee by char dou ynsaghey cloie carryn son cavaquinho voish yn Phortiugal nish.

There was a music session in my place this afternoon. Only one other person turned up, and we mainly played tunes from Ireland on the tin whistle, the low whistle, the guitar and the concertina. I also played my new cavaquinho (a kind of baby guitar from Portugal). I bought new strings for it this week because it had not very good strings on it when I got it and went out of tune all the time. Now it stays in tune, more or less. Maybe I should learn to play a few tunes for cavaquinho from Portugal now.

Moghrey jea chouds va mee gobbyr, hug carrey yllagh çhellvane hym as chur ee feysht orrym dy row mee çheet dys y possan feddan millish ny nagh row. Yarrood mee dy bollagh dy row shin cloie y moghrey shen, as hie mee dys tie my charrey dy tappee lesh my feddanyn millish. Lurg kirbyl ren mee thooilliu obbyr, as chloie mee er y phianney as er y gitar.

Yesterday morning while I was working I got call from a friend asking me whether I was coming to the recorder group or not. I completely forgot that we were playing that morning, and hurried off to my friend’s house with my recorders After lunch I did some more work, and played the piano and guitar.

Fastyr jea ren mee shuilgey tooilley smeir, as ren mee broit ad lesh ooylyn voish my villey ooyl. Ren mee sconnagyn lesh ooylyn as sultaanaghyn chammah. ‘Syn ‘astyr hie mee da giense y possan coloayrtys Frangish ec thie carrey. T’eh cummal ayns thie mooar faggys da’n ollooscoill ayns paart jeh Bangor nagh row mee oayllagh rish. Dee shin feill vart bourguignon lesh praaseyn broojit as poanreyn-glass, as va key riojey son puiddin. Va y lhongey feer blasstal. Ren shin coloayrts ny lei jinnair, as goaill mee arrane ny ghaa.

Yesterday afternoon I picked some more blackberries, and I stewed them with apples from my apple tree. I also made some apple and sultana scones. In the evening I went to a friend’s house for a French conversation group party. He lives in a large house close to the university in a part of Bangor I wasn’t familiar with. We had bœuf bourguignon with massed potatoes and green beans, and there was ice cream for pudding. It was a very tasty meal. We chatted after dinner, and I sang a few songs.

Va fliaghey ayn bunnys feie’n laa jea, myr shen cha jagh mee magh. Ayns ynnyd jeh ren mee beggan da obbyr, chloie mee ymmodee greieyn-kiaull as lhaih mee lioar – laa sampleyragh v’ayn.

It rained most of yesterday, so I didn’t go out. Instead I did a bit of work, played various musical instruments and read a book – a typical day.

Dobbree mee er m’ynnyd-eggey moghrey jea, as va sheshoon kiaullee mie ayns my hie fastyr jea. Chloie shin mastey cliaghtagh jeh carryn voish Nalbin, Nerin, yn Roosh as America.

I wokred on my website yesterday morning, there was a good music session in my place yesterday afternoon. We played the usual mixture of tunes from Scotland, Ireland, Russian and America