A Pond of Pure Liquid Evil

As we pulled up to park our motor vehicle, a Ragged Rambler mentioned that in order to get to the church we intended to visit we would have to pass a pond that was a place of dark and evil aspect.
"Oh yeh, it's also bottomless" he added, nonchalantly. 

And so it proved...

The pond at H........ in Norfolk is indeed a place of unremitting malevolence. Looking into its deep devilish depths the following sentence emitted from me as if from a complete stranger...
"Evil pond, don't you play your games with me."

Indeed, so appallingly terrifying was this slurp of green-slimed pure liquid evil, that certain of our number felt unable to face it. Others, however, felt emboldened - nay, possessed even! - to sing to the Evil Pond in recognition of its' 'powers'. A quite remarkable adaptation of the track 'Black Sabbath' by... (err, sorry I can't remember who wrote that one!!)... by a band from the early '70s ensued. We share it here with you here. Lo, as the hairs on the nape of your neck stand up and a cold chill shivers down your spine, think of the dangers of the intrepid Ragged Ramblers who, in pursuit of cobwebby old places (and cake!) will face even the gravest perils. 

Huzzah!