This reminds me of the days when I worked as a buffet car steward on the Festiniog Railway. In those days that part of Wales was "dry" on a Sunday, but you could buy alcohol on anything that was moving. So all the local topers had season tickets on the railway, and the 11 a.m. departure from Portmadoc was the "beer train". As luck would have it, the train reached the intermediate station of Penrhyndeudraeth just as the chapel near the station was turning out after morning service, and of course the inhabitants of our buffet car raised their pint glasses and smiled cheerily at the congregation as we passed.
I suppose that the local pubs are open on a Sunday nowadays, which must rather spoil the fun.