This has become apparent over the past year, especially in Oxford. Oxford is a place I love to visit, and I unfailingly find being-there an inspiring and refreshing experience.
However, the people of Oxford University are among the worst in the whole world - they are a well-spring of corruption, dishonesty, status-grubbing - the origin and focus and powerhouse of much that I regard as worst in the modern world.
Therefore, I imbibe the real spirit of England from the stones of the colleges and churches and chapels and walls of Oxford; and I do my best to ignore the fact that they are inhabited by (in effect) demons and their minions.
In microcosm, an analogous mismatch can be experienced from many old English churches and cathedrals; the stones, the carved wood, the coloured glass - even the smells are a source of English holiness and real Christianity. But the self-styled Christians (Bishops, Priests and Priestesses, most of the congregation) who ply their trade within these walls are nearly-always shallow, materialistic, glib, spiteful, and only active in subversion of virtue, truth, and beauty.
I was up on top of the Yorkshire Dales last week - and the sense of the goodness, beauty and reality of England was so strong as to be palpable: you could have hefted it in your hand. But that was partly because there were no other people around except my family.
So: the spirit of England is strong, the memories are intact, the resources for renewal are all there in place; but the English people, en masse ignore, reject, and (intermittently) try to destroy them.
So when renewal comes, it will appear as if from nowhere, and with no person or institution as its visible source. That is because it will be coming from the stones and soil and water.