Verbalism Personified

It was just Jon, Kim and myself that day. We had just finished breakfast and had taken the car up the winding road to find a deserted carpark. Looks like we had the place all to ourselves.

However that was a year ago. Trudging through the rain at Macritchie Reservoir with a group of participants this morning brought back memories. Fortunately, there were no water-laden trees flattening people or bolts of lightning frying the remainder. Only the sound of rain drops on my cap, shuffling feet and the near absence of the usual Sunday crowd.

Organized by the Briskwalkers Club, who meet every alternate Sunday, this was the last of two organized public walks to introduce the diverse ecology from Macritchie Reservoir to the summit of Bukit Timah Hill. You could sense the satisfaction from everyone who had made it to the summit. Having walked the route so many times in the past, I've even run the entire distance, no one in the group will ever settle for anything less than an assault on the summit should they make another effort.


So here we are this morning, soggy but satisfied, before heading off to a hearty breakfast and lively conversation.