At work this morning (in a tall building), a few of us were startled by an apparent rumble underground. It was just like hearing the Tube go by - but we're in Sydney, not London. A colleague emailed Geoscience Australia to find out if there'd been an earthquake in our vicinity. There hadn't. Though there have been plenty of others in the wider region recently, as you can tell from this fascinating list and map.
One of my earliest childhood memories is of sitting on the ground while it shook. It happened to me again in Sydney one morning in the late 70s, though this time I was in bed (alone). Then again on the Greek island of Skopelos in 1991. The next day I reflected on the fact that if that had been a destructive earthquake, we'd have been in a bad position. It was our first night on the island, we'd arrived at our rural holiday accomodation in pitch darkness and were surrounded by people who spoke little or no English. (We spoke no Greek.) We were woken in the middle of the night by the wardrobe doors falling open in the quake. Everything rattled. It was hard to get back to sleep as roaring waves of sound came up through the pillow - the after-tremors.
Earthquakes feel so strangely other-worldly - ironic, given how very worldly, right down to the core, they are.
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