Another painting that I loved yesterday, because it's so very Cookham -a glorious tumble of wisteria, but also golden privet contained by a wire fence, the red brick villas and chimneys and those rainclouds. You can tell that Spencer was the son and grandson of builders. His wisteria seems to be grappling with the grey render of the walls ... and winning the battle. And he takes as much trouble over pointing and brickwork as flowers.