Geoff the duck- I grew up in Horsforth on the Leeds-Ilkley road, and we all used to go chumpling too, and we used to guard our stacks lying under the wood, with bangers ready in case any other gangs came to pinch our fire. I remember how exciting it was to have a powerful torch, to light up the sky like a searchlight, and how irresposible we were with the fireworks, especially jumping jacks and helicopters, those were the days lord knows how we survived. Also remember mischeivous night, knocking on doors and running away and suchlike.