I love this area. I've only visited a couple of times, but the myths and legends have captured my imagination. All of my books are based in Cornwall. I could weep about the damage happening at the moment.
But four of my novels forecast flooding in a futuristic Britland. I'll get to that later.
Across the region the Environment Agency has issued several severe flood warnings, indicating a possible danger to life. The report included that several coastal defenses had been damaged and some river catchments remain extremely sensitive to any further rainfall.
Penzance ... that beautiful harbor. I've mentioned it in present day novels and those set in the future after the Great Flood.
Here's an excerpt from Still Rock Water, Book One of the Moonstone series:
Thank goodness, Liliha had arranged for William to meet them at the other end of the journey. Sight-seeing in London had tired them all. She longed to arrive at their destination.
When they reached Penzance, right beside a wonderful harbor, they stretched and climbed onto the platform. Liliha clutched her coat around her body in the nipping cold. Under the grey sky, she searched each approaching face.
What if he didn't come? How would she cope?
Kaelyn rubbed her hands in the afternoon chill.
“I can't believe how long we've been traveling. Surely we could have come a different way.” She seemed intent on testing the durability of her trainers by kicking the bottom of the wall.
“Can we get a drink while we're waiting, Mum?” Alissa asked.
Same daughters. Only worried about immediate things.
The next section is from the post-apocalyptic Knights in Dark Leather, Book Two of the Higher Ground series, co-written by Edith Parzefall.
Painful memories attacked Boris. "I've always been larger than any child my age. I worked harder and grew up to be stronger and bigger than most."
"I wish I could be just as strong," Hugo said.
Boris shook his head. "You don't want to grow up being called a freak."
Hugo tucked his chin under and nodded.
"Fortunately, by the time the villagers had scared my father enough that he wanted to drown me in the sea, I'd grown much stronger than him. At the age of twelve, I ran away." Fond memories of the old woman who cared for him eased his pain. "Since then, I've provided for myself. I built a stone house and settled in Pens Dance for a while." What began as a foraging trip turned out to be the biggest adventure of his life. It had all worked out.
I have no doubt Cornwall will return to normal without too much delay. Take no notice of fanciful predictions in a futuristic novel. Reality is devastating enough for all the people caught up in England's flooding.