Garden hopping to some. Had a Grand National which lasted over a mile and took retribution on posh kids in big detatched houses. Climbing each fence and hedge was exhausting especially with grown men occassionally in pursuit. Always liked the water hazzards as difficult to see them on other side of fence. Mate broke his leg when he fell into one and, unlike war films, we did leave him, it was better that way. There was also a flat course called the Derby over rows of terraced housing back yards that a competing school used but clearly missed the point of both amusement and class action.

Me and my mates have great fun hedge hoopping and we have sevral routes around our village we don't climb fences but or jump over fences but we do creep around peoples garden which great fun mainly they are short cut

hedge hopping is my favourite sportthere is a groupof 5 of us and we do it every sunday evening, one night this boy in our group called rob jumped over the fence and broke about 3 whole pains of glass on the lawn what a pratt he is

This was made even more interesting when there was a dog in the garden you had leapt into. The bigger the dog, the quicker you got over the hedge. My brother got caught once by some bloke pruning his roses. We left him too. Still don't know where he is to this day.

Ah yes, such fun.....until you climb into the local beekeepers garden and are told that beestings kill. I think I just about stopped crying by 1997.

I was one of those posh kids, but unfortunately we did it too. I say "unfortunately" because at various points our hazards involved getting chased by guard dogs and bored security men - though it was made up for by the time one of said security men ran into a covered pool whilst in hot pursuit.