Visible crucifix. Rosary in my back pocket which comes out when I get my locker key out. When asked about plans I usually mention Mass.
At the tills on Tuesday, a customer was talking to my colleague, saying they had never heard of Easter cards until their sister became more religious this past year. My colleague said that his mum had become a Christian recently too. The customer responded with a confused shrug and said “Yeah, I guess she wants to be all godly like!” I good naturedly leaned over with my best smile and said “Oh we Christians are all very odd you know!” which is typically understood in England as gentle self-deprecation and usually taken in good part. Everyone, colleague and customers alike chuckled at the friendly banter, and that was that.
So essentially, I am open about my faith as a natural part of my life, something carried in pockets, and attended, and openly acknowledged without preciousness or peevishness.
Of course, this does mean that I have to own the expectations that come with that - I need to be kind, hard working and honest, because I know people will judge my faith on the conduct I display.