Clare Gaylard Glass 

We are moving on from Singapore after only two years here, barely time to skim the surface. I'm thinking of all the places I haven't been to yet, the photos I was always going to go back for and the amazing 'things' such as food or art objects that are going to be hard to source or madly priced in the UK. Ten years in Asia is plenty of time to lose a bit of your heart and it has been the home our children mostly grew up in. So 'going home' is an odd concept for them.

I don't have a medley of images for Singapore but this zodiac ball expresses a lot..... My Singapore is a sometimes overwhelmingly, densely populated place with great deal of variety, strangeness and beauty under its 'World City' gloss. 

I'd say that the hawker centres are one of my favourite places, the huge open canteens of trestle tables and plastic chairs where you can people watch and help yourself to any Asian food choice you can imagine for under five bucks..

Having fed the body, for the soul: the crumbling but sturdy 'rennovation in progress' Cathederal of The Good Shepherd,  where the choir raise the roof and almost blow the speakers with magnificent choral music from all ages, languages and places, and the we, the public get to join in. Deo Gracias.