Black linework anchor tattoo with pink, purple, blue and green watercolour splashes behind it on skin.

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Anchor with watercolour splashes

Mixed · Photo

A close photograph of an anchor tattoo with a rope detail wrapped around the shank. The anchor is drawn in black outline with light grey shading, giving it a sketched look. Loose watercolour-style splashes in pink, purple, blue, green and yellow fill the background and sit behind the design.

Anchor Rope Watercolour Splash

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The paint was still tacky when Mum dabbed the pink on, and Dad stood at the lock gate with his arms folded, pretending he couldn't see what she was doing. He had spent a week drawing the anchor in pencil along the side of the Wren, shading it grey so it looked like something you could lift off the page. Mum said it looked like a sketch someone had forgotten to finish, and that the colours would keep it from sinking.

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I was nine that summer and allowed to hold the brush for the rope. Dad showed me how the loops went round the shank, snug and never crossing, so the wet wouldn't pull them loose. Anchors don't hold because they're heavy, he said. They hold because somebody tied them properly.

The river came up in February. Wren tore free from her mooring at Hythe Bridge in the dark, and Dad went after her in the dinghy in his oilskin with the torch in his teeth. I stood on the towpath and watched the bow swing out into the current, the painted splashes at the front running in the rain until the purple and green bled together into one dark smear. Then a shout, a clank of iron, and the line went taut on the rusty ring. He had caught her by the rope.

The next spring Mum added a fresh blue wash across the bottom of the anchor, over the fluke, and Dad didn't say a word about it. He just rubbed his thumb along the wet edge to check it was dry. The Wren still lies where he tied her, and the anchor still faces upstream, toward the bridge.