We farewelled these two last night, when the Canterbury's helicopter came and took them away at close to midnight. It was sad to see them go, and to realise that our time here will also end all too soon.
There were the inevitable jokes about what disasters would occur the moment Craig left the island, as all our catastrophes seem to take place when he is away. So it was a little spooky when we were shaken awake at 6.10am by a magnitude 6.3 earthquake that was centred only 95 km away. It was a window-rattler. This was also a little sad for John Mac, who was desperate to feel a decent shake for the whole duration of his stay, but managed to sleep through all of them!