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@Symptoms -- your tale reminds me of similar antics carried out by myself and fellow orchard raiders in the late 50s and early 60s on the 'posh' houses on Green Lane in Ashington. Always hearing shouts from the householder of 'I know who your parents are' and other similar phrases scaring the life out of us but we would be back a few days later for more apples and pears.

Back in 2013 I posted this in "The Games We Played in the Past": "We were 'top-end' lads so our favourite orchards to go on raiding parties to were Jimmy Millne's (behind his house on Front Street) and the Priest's one behind the Rectory (in Catholic Row). Jimmy had a large Alsatian dog which used to chase us around the orchard and we often had to leap over the stone wall to escape its nashers - this orchard only had apples. The boss Priest was a guy in a brown habit (he may have been a monk of some sort) and his orchard had apples, plums, pears and gooseberries. My Dad was friendly with this Priest and would often have a drink with him, either in the Red Lion or a snifter of Drambuie in the Rectory. I've been onto Google Street View/Maps but can't locate the orchard in Catholic Row but reckon it's where that new church is. Also the Priest's front door is blocked-up and pebble-dashed." and in a later post on the same thread: "Friar Tuck was the fat monk in the brown habit. That boss Catholic Priest I mentioned earlier had the same type of habit as Tuck. Maybe some 'left-footer' (apologies for using this term but we're operating in 60s mode with our memories ... anyway, is it considered to be inappopriate today?) here might be able to shed some light on what order the boss Priest & Tuck belonged to." Not much help to the AllanUK but maybe adds a little bit of an early to mid60s backstory.

@Alan Edgar (Eggy1948) yes, please do so