Well, I was brought up in a… in a… a non-conformist Christian family. They were what called Congregationalists. And my parents were not specially religious, but they went to church. We didn’t have family prayers, for example. My father at one period was the church secretary, means he paid the church bills and things of that sort. And so I went… was taken along to church. And somewhere… at which age I don’t quite know, but the age… the order of around 12 or thereabouts, as it were, I lost my faith. I didn’t believe in all this stuff. Whether it was reading that [The] Children’s Encyclopaedia, I don’t know. But, of course, when I went away to boarding school, I still had to go to chapel, I think… I think every morning, I’m not sure, and certainly twice… at least twice on Sundays. So, I would, sort of, sit through it. But… so, I was brought up… up with… with a basic knowledge of Christian ideas, rather patchy in some ways, I would say, but surprising some of my friends from time to time by quotations from bits of The Bible. We had them read… I had so much read out to me at one time or another in lessons and at school.