Issue 52 - Old Hammer Pond Revisited
Asking for the place had caused consternation in the village. It didn’t appear on any maps but some had assured me it was there; an old irrigation reservoir. Others doubted or denied, a legend merely, with no firsthand experiences of ever being seen. “So and so’s grandfather . . .” or even a shadowy boast from an old man tucked in the snug, who had been near it as a youngster, “Old Hammer’s haunted,” he said.
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