Yes, the earth moved for me too last Wednesday night.
Of course, at the time I wasn’t sure what had caused it, and I was momentarily concerned it could have been an explosion, but the news and social media the next morning confirmed it – it was another Rutland earthquake.
The smallest county in England certainly likes to make its presence felt, doesn’t it?!
It happened just as I was drifting off to sleep. I would describe it as a rumbling noise – a bit like a large lorry or tank even, but probably louder – which made me sit bolt upright and make sure my husband was also awake; I don’t like to suffer these things alone.
It carried on for about 10 seconds or so, and I have to admit I was a bit scared.
OK, I might be a bit of a wuss, but that’s my fourth earthquake now, most of which have been at night.
I certainly couldn’t live somewhere like LA or Japan where they get them a lot.
It did make me wonder why we seem to be getting them more than we used to.
I haven’t studied fracking – in all honesty, it’s waste plants that take up most of my spare time (lucky me) – but it did make me wonder if these tremors are going to happen more often if fracking goes ahead.
It also brought back memories of my first earthquake; it was 1989, I’d just finished my A-levels and was re-decorating my bedroom listening to the Radio One Roadshow from an exotic seaside location, I think presented by Gary Davies but I can’t be sure.
I was painting the wall standing on a chair, when it started shaking.
My mother, who was downstairs, called up to see if it was me falling off the chair which had caused the house to shake.
I assured her it wasn’t, and was mildly insulted at the suggestion.
And, just for the record I didn’t cause last week’s either!
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