I hope I did not dream it. I think I heard a BBC Radio 4 announcer this morning say that the lost Stanley Spencer, Cookham from Englefield (which you can see and read about here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-berkshire-17904298), had been recovered, sitting next to a drug dealer’s stache of drugs. My first reaction was one of gratitude, that the painting had been found; but then I caught myself thinking about the circumstances of its recovery. I do not immediately associate drug dealers with a taste for fine art. My mental image of them (based on complete ignorance, I should add) is of peddlars of death and destruction who like fast cars, fast women and loads of bling. The reality is probably less sensational, and in the case of our man/woman, shot through with inconsistencies. How can someone responsible for so much misery and human degradation be sensitive to the beauty of Spencer’s work? Was it mere chance that the painting ended up where it did, or did our drug dealer arrange for it to be stolen because they coveted it, as one may covet anything that is beautiful and ‘speaks’ to us? I do not know, but I find it a powerful reminder that human beings are inconsistent. We may have the holiest of aspirations but still be drawn to some dreadful sin. We may seem the most evil person alive yet have a care for the poor and the weak. Chinks in our armour that, at the best, let grace through. The alternative scarcely bears thinking about.