Just to be clear, it was the dachshunds who had sectarian hatred in their hearts. The aunt was totally even-handed in her dislikes. Jehovah's False Witnesses, Seventh Day Apprentices, the local vicar, the man from the gas board or someone selling double-glazing would all get the 'Mitzy, Schitzy (or whatever the other one's name was) Romans!' treatment.
Oddly enough, where she lived I suspect she had an only slightly higher chance of encountering a member of the Catholic curia as she had a Roman legionnaire.
The Land Rover looks ace!