Turas Siar 147 - Pádraic S. as an gCartúr le Máirtín Mac Donnchadha: ag caint ar bháid a thigeadh chun an Fhóid Duibh, gliomaigh, gabhail mhara, tionscadal na hiascaireachta thiar sna 50aidí agus na 60aidí, crúbóga, cnuasach na trá

Óh 'sea.

Oh yeah.. .

D'fhágfaí ama.

Time would be left..

Bhíodh sé fágtha agam agus cead aige rogha rud a dhéanamh.

I had left it with him and he was allowed to do whatever he wanted.

Chonaic mé déanta ar an saothar céanna le tobar é, leac a cuireadh os cionn tobair.

I saw it made on the same work with a well, a slab placed over a well.

agus

and

Thóg muid an siúlóid sin ansin.

We took that walk then.

agus

and

Nuair a glanadh aníos tobar fuair muid píosa dhó thíos i gcoirnéal an tobair imithe isteach idir na clocha.

When the well was cleaned up, we found a piece of it down in the corner of the well, gone in between the stones.

Agus ní raibh mac Samhail ar bith anois aige ach rudaí.

And he had no son like him now but things..

Mar do bhriosca webs a bheith leagtha i do phláta agus nuair a dubh.

As a web of biscuits to be laid on your plate and when black...

Na súile.

The eyes.

Ná an dum ar maidin agus an mbeadh an an bainne uilig súite aige?

Would the smoke in the morning and would all the milk be sucked from it?

Bogtha bogtha amach.

Moved moved out.

Bhí sé imithe as.

He was gone.

Bogtha amach.

Moved out.