Me too. Had a large tree fall down outside my window, slept right through.
Built to withstand a magnitude 7 quake, apparently. Fairlyl sensible given that the largest in Britain is thought to have been somewhere around 6.
All trains are delayed by leaf mulch. It just became a problem when some non-railway experts in 80s BR decided to do away with the ‘leaf-fall timetable’ which normally operated through the autumn months and allowed extra time for this.
Sorry to disillusion you, but earthquakes aren’t weather. They happen inside the earth.
Duckster, Mt Baker was rumbling long before St Helens. Any of our volcanos could ralth all over us at any time. Mt. Rainier has been turning over in her sleep lately too.
Actually it is something of a myth that it rains a lot in England, certainly as far as southern England goes.
There has been no rain at all in some parts of Kent for 30 days. London receives less rain per year (about 25in on average) than Tel Aviv, Madrid, Rome and Dallas (and less than half that of Addis Ababa, Ethiopia).
By the way, this Kent earthquake was dwarfed by the 2002 earthquake in the West Midlands which was a 5.0 compared with 4.3. (The scale is logarithmic.) I clearly felt that one from West London, where I was living at the time – about 100 miles away from the epicentre.
I felt that one here in Hull, probably because I was (a) awake at the time and (b) in the loft, so I felt the house move more than someone on the ground or 1st floor. No-one else I know here felt anything.
The funny thing is that I knew instantly what it was, despite never having felt an earthquake before. People tend to say things like “I thought it was a heavy lorry driving past”, but all I thought was “goodness me, an earthquake - how exciting and unusual”.
Since I was on the computer at the time, I found some stupid UK chat IRC channel and sat and watched the reports flooding in, “omg” and “lol” and “wtf” included, and quickly worked out roughly how bad it was (the earthquake, not IRC) and where it was located (ditto).
The next morning, my family didn’t believe me until they heard the news on the radio. “Are you sure it wasn’t just a heavy lorry driving past?”
I’m in Medway, too. There was a vague sort of rumbling noise and something fell over in the flat next door. That was it. Oh, and my cockatiels flapped and squawked a bit.
I slept through the '87 hurricane (Well, it happened at night!)
The only excitement around here lately was when a couple of Chinooks landed on the sports field opposite at about 9.00pm - that was a couple of months ago. I thought at the time it was Tony Blair leaving the country. No such luck.
Bah. I know how it is with you guys. Just wait 'til 28 days later. You’re going to be swamped with zombies. What is it with you lot? A stiff breeze and you start eating each other.
A childhood friend of mine works for the Red Cross here in Edmonton (AB, not KY). A few years ago I was back in the neighbourhood and ran in to him, and he told me he was in charge of earthquake disaster preparedness for the province. I said that sounded like an easy job, and he agreed. It seemed to get him a company vehicle though. (He was driving a beat-up minivan with a RC logo that someone had seen fit to install carpet throughout the back of. No equipment though. What would you need?).