28 October 2009

There’s a place in my head which is difficult to visit. I was there a short while ago. Whenever I visit this place, the result is that I cannot sleep, nor even stay horizontal in the dark. I have to be upright, in the light, with the comforting sound of the BBC News for company and reassurance.

What is this place? Beaconsfield, Tasmania. I’ve never been there physically, but since I heard the story of the two miners who were trapped a thousand metres under the ground and who were rescued after five days in 2006, this place in my head tortures me, especially after too much caffeine. Read about it,  if you don’t know the story. I cannot imagine how these two men got through this ordeal. Three years on, I don’t know if I ever will.