Last night we had an earthquake.
I knew something strange had happened when I woke up suddenly around 1am this morning – it was pitch black outside and yet the birds were twittering away in the trees across the way. But it wasn’t until I heard on the radio this morning that there had been an earthquake that I realised what had happened.
Apparently last night’s quake had a magnitude of 5.3, but to me it didn’t feel as strong as the 2002 quake, which was only 5.0. But the epicentre of that one had been just down the road from me in Dudley, whereas last night’s was over 150 miles away near Market Rasen in Linconshire.
Just another strange quirk of the planet we call home.
