“There’s a drowned mayfly in a puddle by Mrs. Hudson’s bins.
She left awhile ago, is how they think of it, but isn’t far off.
In the churchyard where Sherlock goes, once a week, or they both do.
Leave a bouquet and a biscuit for the birds.
Assure her it didn’t fall, her country; they won’t let it.”
Quote from aderyn’s masterful The Bees of Britain which inspired the drawing. I think I chose about the saddest scene out of a lot of brilliant, evocative ones. But this one spoke to me the most.
Also, I decided to post both the finished drawing (didn’t go for colour in the end, just added some more detail) and the wip version because I like both. Also professorfangirl wrote a beautiful comment on the wip, comparing it with aderyn’s writing [x].
Thanks for everything, Una Stubbs.
She will be missed so much 😭💔
