On Monday, driving on the way down through Wales, we came upon a most unusual sight. In the middle of the valleys, in the middle of Wales, miles from anywhere, appeared a big field full of Range Rovers gone to seed. Weird.

That scene inevitably found its way into a song. Of which, over the years, our group has written many hundreds together. Many of them, including some real crackers, have got lost to memory over the course of time. That inevitably happens, unless one of us takes a song, and keeps it alive in some way.

Maybe one day though, we will be driving through the middle of the valleys, in the middle of Wales, and happen upon a field full of Songs Gone To Seed.

Who knows? We might even be able to start the engines on one or two of them.