A threatening shower chased us from Noordin Beach to the house of the former headman of Pulau Ubin, who passed away about two years ago, at one and a hundred. I am not sure why, but the city of Swatow came to mind as the riders purchased cans of drinks from his aged heirs and pondered the generations of memories that still greet those who enter these grounds.
The panelled walls within are dim and fail to resist the entry of living lights. Doves in cages are puffed against the wind, while one of the resident pooches pondered a husked nut. A little shyer than the tiger tabby who slinked out briefly to inspect the crowd, the man of the house appeared only when we were about to leave. The rain was abating and twas time to turn full cycle once more.
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