Fine line black tattoo of a stylised bird above the words remember who you are running down a forearm, with a studded bracelet on the wrist.

Bird outline and script on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A small outlined bird sits near the wrist-side of the forearm, drawn in a single dark ink with thin, unshaded linework. Beneath it, vertical script reads remember who you are, with a dot before and after the words. The photo is a casual, warmly lit close crop, with the wrist wearing a studded leather bracelet and a chain bracelet, and the face is out of frame.

Fine line Lettering Forearm Bird Script Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Maud, the snow has shut the pass since Tuesday, and the innkeeper has given up pretending the road will open before Thursday. I am writing this at the table nearest the fire, because it is the only place the ink does not freeze in the pot.

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The landlady's grandson keeps a pigeon loft behind the stables. He is nine and serious about it, and yesterday he brought me a grey hen that had come in from the cold with a ring of red thread on one leg. He said she would carry a message to the valley if I tied one on, so I wrote the only thing I could think of that was true. I told you I would come back before the lambs. I have not kept to that yet, and I do not know whether the hen will reach you before I do.

The boy asked what the words meant. I said they were a promise I had made to myself on the bad night at Corran Ford, when the cart went into the river and I was certain I would not climb out. He looked at the bird, then at me, and said it was a daft thing to write to somebody, because they would know already. I laughed for the first time since the thaw failed.

The hen goes at first light, if the sky clears. The boy has put a scrap of bread in the basket for her and a bit of his own wool for luck. I am keeping the pencil stub he lent me, and I will write again when there is more to say. Tell Father the dog is well, and that I have not forgotten who I am.