Frank was a wonderful old gent, at least 90 when I met him. He grew vegetables and flowers and sold them from his 'patch'. He had a twinkle in his eye and spoke like a pirate or an Elizabethan farmer. He always gave you more than you paid for, extra veg, an additional plant or two. He was the soul of generosity.
The first time I bought some plants from him, he handed me four tiny petunia plants. I asked what colour they would be. Frank twinkled at me and said, 'I shan't tell ye maid!' I was smitten!
East Budleigh is still a beautiful village. No one can take away it's charm but part of the magic is gone now. There won't ever be another Frank Farr, his sort isn't made anymore.