The death of Frank Deaville has just been announced through a lengthy Facebook post made on Monday by Upper Hurst Farm Caravans Camping & Glamping. In the statement, Frank Deaville was described as “colourful character.”
Who is Frank Deaville? What was the Cause of Death?
Frank was the director of Upper Hurst Farm Caravans Camping & Glamping which was founded in 2/9/11. This business is working in the following industry: Campgrounds.
Obituary of Frank Deaville is not available but the death statement issued online by Upper Hurst Farm Caravans Camping & Glamping reads below
It is with great sadness that we announce the passing of our friend and neighbour, Frank Deaville. Frank was a colourful character. At times he loved to conduct his orchestra and show us who’s boss. At other times, he was kind, generous, funny and vulnerable.
For those of you who have stayed with us, particularly our regulars, you will have seen Frank driving around the site in his farm buggy, beeping and waving as he went. Some of you will have had a pint with him at the Manifold Inn, helped him out with odd jobs or even had VIP tours of the countryside (willingly or not). Many of you will also remember his dog, Meg, who used to bark at everyone that walked past. She is now living with us and has warmed to my dog, Willow, very quickly.
Frank was a dear friend of my grandad, David Green, who worked at Belle Engineering in Sheen. They forged a friendship which would last generations and, despite my grandad’s passing several years ago, Frank has remained a close family friend. I have memories of caravanning at Upper Hurst Farm when I was a little girl, ‘Uncle’ Frank used to let us steer his tractor around fields and showed us the cows. We used to play hide and seek in his barns. Who knew that years later, my mum (Sue) would end up building a caravan site on this very spot. Without Frank, none of this would have been possible.
Frank’s DNA runs through the veins of Upper Hurst Farm. Even the logo was chosen by him and mum when they noticed a pheasant nesting in one of his garden hedges. It is these moments we will always thank him for and, although Frank and mum had many battles over the years, the friendship they had will never fade. There were times during the last 10 years that Frank was mum’s only and best friend. She can tell more tales than anyone and she knew Frank better than he knew himself. I am happy to say that she held his hand for the last time just hours before he passed over.
Frank will be honoured here, now, through a memorial wall we will dedicate to him.
We love you, Frank. Thank you for everything.
Amy ❤️
