A Thank you to the Hospice

Hospice staff card

From the Prince of Wales Hospice website, pwh.org.uk:

Local illustrator gives a bespoke new design to our thank you cards

new cards

Thursday, 22 June 2023

We first came across Richard Bell’s artistic talent when he sent in a hand drawn illustrated card, thanking staff for the care provided to his brother in law, John. The card was an illustration about some of the hospice team Richard and his wife, Barbara met when they visited John in our Hospice. The card also included a drawing about one of John’s great moments in the Hospice, when he was visited by two star players of Featherstone Rovers on the ward.

Hospice card
early rough
Early rough

Richard wrote: “Thank you for all that you did for John and all that you did to make us feel welcome – we’re so grateful.”

We were blown away by the level of detail Richard had used in his illustrations and we asked Richard if he wanted to design our new thank you cards. Fortunately, he kindly agreed to illustrate them for us and what a fantastic job he has done!

My rough for the staff card
Later rough

One of the new designs show a roundup of hospice staff, Richard explained: “I was aiming for a fairly generic version of the hospice staff but inevitably the individual characters keep asserting themselves.” The other thank you card design shows beautifully the Hospice building, gardens and surrounding area.
Emma Dunnill, Legacy and In Memory Fundraiser said: “Richard’s attention to detail is fantastic and we think our supporters will love the bespoke designs. We can’t wait to start sending out these well-deserved thank you cards.”

You can see more of Richard’s work on his website http://wildyorkshire.blog/ where he has also shared illustrations of the Hospice gardens from his visits.

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The Prince of Wales Hospice, Pontefract

John meets Featherstone Rovers: my original thank you card to the Hospice

Brimstone

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Another day at the Hospice but, because we’ve got a few extra visitors this morning, I head down across the racecourse, under the M62 and over the railway at Glass Houghton Station for a coffee break at Junction 32 Freeport.

On my return walk through the strip of woodland alongside the railway, robins and blue tits are singing, a wren investigates the undergrowth and a sulphur-yellow brimstone, the original ‘butter fly’, flies determinedly but erratically, zig-zagging along the scrubby hedgerow in a roughly north-westerly direction,