In 2016 I moved to a small Village a stone’s throw from Hong Kong Airport but physically detached with water on 3 sides and accessed by a narrow path leading around Tung Chung Bay to the nearest estate with a 40 minute walk. I document the move in a bawdy song call ‘San Tau Tsuen’. Indeed if you fly west out of the airport and press your face to a left hand window you can spot a small pier emerging from the mangroves now slightly overshadowed by the Zhuhai freeway at the bay’s north western corner. I wrote this song sitting on that pier with the company of a beer and a feral dog called Puma. It was at times the happiest but then the lonliest time of my life, hopefully reflected in the salt and vinegar tang of the lyrics.