When I was young where I lived there was still a bit of green farmland and countryside before housing developments went up, on the outskirts of Bristol and it wasn't so much raiding gardens it was more like raiding orchards scrumping we called it. In this particular field there was a rumour that the farmer used to come out brandishing a 12 bore shot gun. My heart used to thump to think we could get shot in the butt and then having to explain it to my mother, I am not sure which was worse!