Following yesterday’s report of oil spillage, I went down to Changi Beach, one of the many affected sites, to observe the beach-cleaning progress.
The time was 9.35am when I arrived. The smell of the sea was faint, but unmistakably tainted with the lingering scent of raw oil in the air. It’s not that revolting, I thought, having come prepared with a trusty tub of Tiger Balm in my pocket — but the whiff of petroleum was undeniable, nonetheless.