my new year began with a swim at gylly with old friends in the sun - a perfect beginning to 2013. the next day we visited boscastle. we stood well below the roof-beam-height of the flood water marks from 2004 and explained to my friend's children how houses and cars were washed away. boscastle always reminds me of the power of a deluge and although not on the same scale, falmouth's coastline is now scarred by landslides. a couple of my favourite beaches are partially hidden under mounds of exposed earth and trees have tumbled down into the sea. walking along prisk fence posts hang in the air like giant pegs on a washing line....... and i wonder how many cowrie shells have been buried forever.