Snot swimming-bush crawling.

Is that Garden hopping? we used to see if we could do a whole street at a time.
 
Dogtanian said:
Is that Garden hopping? we used to see if we could do a whole street at a time.

Yep. Jumping fences, crawling through hedges. Fuck! Wish I was young again.







Can't do it over here.... they've all got dogs ;)
 
We used to go hedging, as we so obviously called it, which consisted of us lining up on the other side of the road opposite a large privit hedge and running at it. Just prior to impact with said hedge we would turn thus hitting the hedge with our backs. Sometimes we would bounce back, othertimes we would end up on some unsuspecting blokes front lawn in fits of giggles.
 
paphos-mcfc said:
Dogtanian said:
Is that Garden hopping? we used to see if we could do a whole street at a time.

Yep. Jumping fences, crawling through hedges. Fuck! Wish I was young again.







Can't do it over here.... they've all got dogs ;)
That just makes it more exiting, once broke my next door neighbours railway that ran around his garden, it didn't go down well
 
We did it regular in audenshaw. One night we were halfway down the street when a woman appeared in her kitchen in a negligee. Needless to say we stayed for a while perving. Next salute plod turns up. Didnt get arrested but he said he would call at our houses following day so we better tell our parents. My bad luck it was a saturday night (mams night out) so the only one to tell was my dad. My good luck was he was halfway through his free harp lager so when i told him a mate had pushed me into someones prize privet edge and they called the police he just called them a load of soft twats. plod never did turn up next day.
 
Used to love "Hedge Hopping" as a kid - we had the Grand National which was on Shaftesbury Avenue. I never forget a night time expedition when my mate ended up in an ornamental Koi Carp pond lol
 
We did it on our street and the old eytie bloke at the end fired fucking rock salt at us,the mad bastard.
Our kid had twisted his ankle and had to lie doggo for ages in the bottom of his garden,until his wife persuaded him to go indoors.
 
Used to call it garden creeping, you had to creep through everyone's garden on hands and knees, one after the other at night time without being caught, but I gave it up when someone heard me rustle some hedges and shot me in the arse with an air rifle as I was leaving his garden...lol!

Happy days...
 

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