Growing up in Wales in the 1950s, you still couldn’t quite avoid the sense that Catholics were exotic and a bit frightening. People of my grandmother’s generation from the Welsh valleys would occasionally resort to dark headshakings: Catholics were devoted to the suppression of natural feelings, freedom of thought and common honesty. Kingsley had won over Newman in this constituency at least. When we started attending the Anglican parish church in my early teens, a new world of Christian imagination opened up.