All's gone quiet now, but the peace of the day has been shattered, and everyone is on edge again. We're starting to get something of an appreciation of what the Christchurch whanau has gone through since September 4th. And as we type, there's another little rumble and another little shake, folowed by another ...
Mother Nature hasn't finished with the Village of the Damned. We were roused from our post-Christmas Dinner slumber at 2am this morning with a short but very sharp jolt which rattled the room.
We've been on the Canterbury Quake Live website (lots more info than Geonet) and discovered that this was a magnitude 4.2 event, the biggest for a wee while, and at a depth of just 5km. Interestingly, it was centred just a few kilometers from where our head had been resting in slumber; CQL says it was centred under 230 Antigua Street in the central city.
Christchurch and Canterbury are still very much in recovery mode. We visited friends on Friday night who are still wrangling with the insurance company over the cost of repairs. Parts of their house are unaffected; other parts are twisted, and the foundations will need replacement. Their primary concern is to get a new roof before the end of summer because the old one now leaks. Their story is but one of thousands.
So whilst last night's jolt was enough to get our attention, it was nothing compared to that moment in the early hours of September 4th. We can continue to reflect on the miracle that no-one died in the Canterbury earthquake, and be eternally grateful.