I was out for a stroll on the North Downs today.
I found a nice spot to sit and eat my sarnie and have a mug of green tea - perched on the edge of the Greensand hills, looking south across the weald. A vast and amazing view - dark greens and many parched browns.
Then all of a sudden a song popped into my brain.
A song I'd not heard for many years.
At the time it was a favourite of mine, and I was truly in love with the singer.
So I sat there, listening to the welcome breeze run through the leaves, singing softly this song.
And it's stayed with me since then, haunting me. Not so much an ear-worm (definitely not that), but certainly a ghost...