A Magical Walk at Bedok Beach, 1963
Sometimes an ordinary evening walk along Bedok beach in 1963 could turn quietly magical. That was how Ann Froud - out with her little dog - found herself greeted by children from the nearby kampong, their faces bright with curiosity as they reached out to meet their new four-legged friend. Behind them stood the familiar silhouettes of the government holiday bungalows, tall and reassuring. Ann had arrived in Singapore earlier that year with her RAF husband, settling into her home tucked between the Bedok Rest House and the three storey sa-chan-lau, reached by a small side lane leading down from Bedok Corner. She would spend more than three years there, gathering a treasury of memories. She often recalled how “the people from the local shops and the kampong were all so kind and friendly towards me.” Even now, decades later, she remembers the comforting soundtrack of that place: the rhythmic click clack of mahjong tiles drifting from a neighbour’s home, and the gentle call to prayer r...