The garden creeping as above was our fav.
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We called it the “Grand National” 🙂
A total of 20 large gardens behind a load of council housing.
Many memories were made doing the Grand National:
A friend breaking his arm at the first fence, being detained by the homeowner, bitten by his dog and then “arrested”, all before they finally worked out he had a broken arm
Hiding in a garden in the middle due to the owners spotting us…but then looking up to the window on the house backing onto the other side (right in front of where we were hiding) and spotting the school hottie in her bra
The old man who lived in the 6th house used to set traps for us. Harmless at first, then it got serious – wire at neck height, wet concrete (yep!), glass attached to his fence and eventually two geese. I think he enjoyed it more than we did! He caught one of us once (was hiding behind a bush) and was literally shouting with glee “I got one, I got one! hahahahah!”, before letting him go 🙂
Getting trapped behind a hut towards the end because a couple of local nutters who lived in one of the houses were after us. A middle aged guy who lived in the nice house behind spotted us and rather than give us a bollocking he guided us to safety away from the bat wielding lunatics.
Getting to the other side (which was rare), clearing the last fence and immediately running into a police car which parked up while one of the cops was buying ice cream in the local shop. Most got away but my best mate was taken home to his mum and dad.
Going carol singing one year and we decided to go to all of the houses we used to run through. Bad idea, we were recognised by the second house and chased away!
ah man, I miss being a kid 🙂