7.1 earthquake, 4.35am. Dad & baby checking everyone is ok.
Our chimney is on the back lawn, but you can see from a glimpse in our window and at the neighbouring Dorset Towers that the power is still on.

This made us a hub later in the day for friends who had no power – whiskeys, and charging up phone, and telling stories.

The bookcase deposited its contents and itself on the bed.

Not long after, we each went round the corner to see what had happened. It was a weird little pre-dawn pilgrimage.

Knox Church, Victoria Street.

The Daily Bagel and the Covent Fruit Centre’s facade had fallen into the street.

The same scene when the sun came up.

The petrol station filled with panicked people.

The neighbour’s jenga chimney.