Snot swimming-bush crawling.

[talkativesprout]

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...

You can't shoot kids in the arse with air riffles any more...worlds gone mad I tell ya.

We had a variation on the theme. We would find a house with them big conifers, run has fast as you could and leap into them...Brilliant bounce back and fire you back onto the road

 

[BlueBearBoots]

Garden hopping - there was one long road where all the houses had pretty low hedges and we used to run through them all jumping over the hedges until we could run no more for laughing.


Rallyvo 123 - used to be a big gang of us used to play it in the woods in wythenshawe park, back in the days when you could play out until it went dark. Happy days indeed

 

[york away to this!]

loved hedge hopping, we used to get up to all sorts of "constructive" vandalism - garden furniture and bbq cutlery carefully arranged in a swimming pool, garden sheds carefully dismantled with all their contents laid out neatly in a lovely display, timber fence panels removed and piled up neatly at one end, fireworks, smoke bombs, acetylene in drains, lighter fuel, the drip, drip, drip of lit plastic ropes tied in trees, fishing lines on door knockers, sodium and hydrochloric acid bombs, catapults and punk rock...what a jolly jape!

(no wonder we soooooo popular with the local lovelies......)

 

[ali benarbia's studs]

we called it the grand national as kids and race through everyone`s garden locally........you wont stop us and sure if you re running -join in the race.


the bush crawling came years later.

 

[Blue Mist]

Bloody hedges, hedges I tell yer, you were lucky.

We only had side wall of brick works. We had to run at wall and just at last minute turn and bounce off 'em.

Hedges, posh bastards the lot of you.

 

[Ant]

Elm Drive Ash grove, Stretford, I was hegde hopping champ for 3 years running.
Then i fancied my chances overseas in Wythenshawe.. (Westage Gardens)
was a tough gig but managed to keep my European title..(Thanks cuz...he vouched for me for the competition as a challenger )
Then we did some apple scrumpying at Mr Knowles house..Elm Drive. never was the same .. i was a broken man , not right to take apples ..
it just wasnt the same

 

[Cellarite]

Cat Crawling we used to call it. How far round the 24 houses on our avenue we could get. We always got distracted at the mad old woman's apple tree about 12 houses in.

 

[Helmet Cole]

I am now leaving this thread after mistakenly thinking it was about oral sex. Disappointed frankly.

 

[sir baconface]

Bloody hedges, hedges I tell yer, you were lucky.

We only had side wall of brick works. We had to run at wall and just at last minute turn and bounce off 'em.

Hedges, posh bastards the lot of you.

You wouldn't say this if you had to put up with some snotty little bastards trespassing on your helipad.

 

[The Colonel]

Garden hopping it was.

Like many other posts, there were 2 ways of doing this:

1) the stealth not get caught, slowly slowly catchy monkey. Was always a buzz when someone came out for a look and you were statuing in the bushes
2) the all out grand national - just go for it and hope that the police wern't waiting at the end - pure carnage.

Of course 1 often turned into 2 when some clumsy plank snapped a fence in two as he climbed it or we were sprung. I remember a lad with us (posh went to Stockport Grammer) whispering as we were avoiding being seen "OK chaps I'm going to make a run for it" He then scooted across a lawn, eskimo rolled over a hedge and land with a crash on some glass plant coverings. Cue lights lots of "oy!"s and the dibble waiting (at the wrong end for those who ran backwards).

Ahh great days. It was a sad day when we realised we were too old to get away with trespass with a clip behind the ear.