Church of jocks and odds met at 10:00 at the JMPG and marched off to their place, but were free by 11:00-ish
Beags . My hut included two Jockistanis and so we got briefed that the chats were very informal and included TEA and BISCUITS.
I suddenly remembered that I was a Baptist, our tame Welsh item a congregationalist and the only other Englishmen Plymouth brethren or some such. So off we all marched on Sunday mornings down the road to salvation.