I went to the small chapel at Polzeath. Transformed from an old Methodist chapel into the ‘tube station’ for surfers (but still used for worship on Sundays), I am used to churches being three quarters empty, or at the most three quarters full. This place was seething. There must have been over a hundred people crammed into this tiny chapel.

Everything was done by song. The story of Zaccharias was read from Luke, accompanied by a play and a crossword game. The spirit and energy of the congregation were marvellous to behold.