At our local memorial, we read the 28 names of those who died from the 36 families in this parish during WWI. In 1917, war poet, Cicely Fox Smith wrote a poem about our village on the Dever:
And while I lay and listened, oh the river’s sleepy tune
Seemed to change its rippling music, like the cukoo’s stave in June
And the cannon’s distant thunder, and the engine’s war-like drone
Seemed to mingle with its burthen in a solemn undertone.
Rupert Wieloch 