Outside our neighbours' door. They are members of a local free church, and they were having a worship social (or whatever these things are called) with the bribe of baked potatoes, on Sunday night. I guess we all over-cater if we can, because to run out is embarrassing, but it seems turn-out was slight and these were boxes of leftovers. This isn't a promising sort of area for religion, I fear.
I am not remotely attracted by low church religion, and positively repelled by some of its music and most of its theology, but I found myself feeling sad for my neighbours, who are good and kind young people.