So, I’m nicely asleep in my hotel bed this morning, having gone back to sleep successfully for the first time all week, when I get woken up, and everything’s shaking. I mean, dude, everything is really shaking. So the three of us hold on to our beds, watch glasses of water spill and lights jiggle, and listen to the sound of smashing.

And a minute later it’s all over and we wander outside the hotel. I’m in Nidri, on the island of Levkas. Forty minutes up the road, Levkas town sits on the epicentre of a 6.4 on the Richter scale earthquake.

Which was all slightly unexpected, but passed off OK. And then the wiund picked up and I bombed around the bay a little. Every now and then, there’s a hint of aftershock. Badum. Badum.

(I am on holiday and it is bloody awesome, but I thought this was worth blogging).