Sort of Half a Pocalypse
Gareth pointed out that there's been a kind of half-hearted apocalypse going on recently, here in God's Own County of Yorkshire. Whoever's organising it is clearly not totally in favour and is perhaps doing a bit of prototype testing for the proper thing later on. Which will, I'd guess, take place elsewhere, what with Yorkshire being God's Own County, as I may already have mentioned.
Firstly, there was a bit of an earthquake, centred on Ripon, North Yorkshire. It's all very genteel round there - you couldn't have buildings falling over and violent stuff like that. Not in Ripon. Probably a few drystone walls shook a bit and a few hand-carved walking sticks wobbled in their stands. And if you click the link I've given, above, you will also learn that it extended as far as West Yorkshire, in Huddersfield. The link is from the Huddersfield Examiner and tells us, excitedly and several times over, that it was "felt in Huddersfield".
"I thought one of my family members had slammed the outside door very forcefully" said one traumatised victim.
I'll give you my eyewitness account now. I was watching telly when suddenly nothing happened and the room didn't shake.
Then we had a partial eclipse of the Sun. Other places had blue skies and lots of photographers took stunning photographs of the Moon's shadow across the Earth. In Leeds, I was coming back from swimming and it was completely overcast. It may have gone a bit darker than usual but I couldn't really tell.
Finally, it snowed a bit in York. Just a sprinkling, you understand, to let us know that it could do a helluva lot more if it wanted to.
We are Yorkshiremen and women. And we are not afraid.
Firstly, there was a bit of an earthquake, centred on Ripon, North Yorkshire. It's all very genteel round there - you couldn't have buildings falling over and violent stuff like that. Not in Ripon. Probably a few drystone walls shook a bit and a few hand-carved walking sticks wobbled in their stands. And if you click the link I've given, above, you will also learn that it extended as far as West Yorkshire, in Huddersfield. The link is from the Huddersfield Examiner and tells us, excitedly and several times over, that it was "felt in Huddersfield".
"I thought one of my family members had slammed the outside door very forcefully" said one traumatised victim.
I'll give you my eyewitness account now. I was watching telly when suddenly nothing happened and the room didn't shake.
Then we had a partial eclipse of the Sun. Other places had blue skies and lots of photographers took stunning photographs of the Moon's shadow across the Earth. In Leeds, I was coming back from swimming and it was completely overcast. It may have gone a bit darker than usual but I couldn't really tell.
Finally, it snowed a bit in York. Just a sprinkling, you understand, to let us know that it could do a helluva lot more if it wanted to.
We are Yorkshiremen and women. And we are not afraid.
posted by Daphne at 5:42 pm
8 Comments:
but what about the Lancastrians amongst you - are they afraid? Or do they simply not count?
We are Yorkshiremen and women.
And we are not afraid.
Excellent! It sounds like the start of an epic poem. Regarding "Anonymous's" comment, the answer is surely YES on both counts.
didn't feel it here either or see any stars, meteor shower or eclipse. But we did get a bit of snow this evening here in Bradford
You completely forgot to mention the total eclipse of the moon on the night of the winter solstice. Perhaps it was visible only in the Western Hemisphere....
Maybe it was 3/4 of an apocalypse.
I've always had concerns about the tectonic plates that meet under the Lancs/Yorks border but would the 'experts' listen ? No they wouldn't and now look what's happened - wobbling hand carved walking sticks !
I heard rumours that during the quake, Paul Hudson fell on top of Harry Gration but that may have been a few hours later and therefore unconnected.
ooh, Yorkshire Pudding, you're taking on Gareth AND Joan?
ANONYMOUS - Crypticism is not a quality that we Yorkshire folk are known for. We call a spade a spade and a shovel... errr..a spade! I'm assuming Gareth is a Welsh rugby player and Joan is a French miltant from the middle ages so no - I'm not taking them on but I would gladly wrestle with you!
Much worse than that - they're (gulp) Lancastrians!
(Val)
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