Colour tattoo of cartoon characters, including a figure in a top hat and a small figure with a black bob, in a bold illustrative style on a calf.

Enlarged with AI from a smaller original

Cartoon characters under an umbrella on a calf

Calf · Colour · Photo

A large colour tattoo of cartoon characters covers the back of a lower leg, including a figure in a top hat, a figure in a blue dress beneath a red sunburst, a small character with a black bob, and a rounded creature holding an umbrella in the rain. The linework is bold and dark, with flat fills of red, blue, yellow and skin tones, and the design is arranged vertically up the calf. The photograph is taken indoors against a dark wooden floor, with the leg in a white pointed shoe at the bottom of the frame.

Calf Cartoon character Sun Umbrella Rain Cloud Top hat Cat Figure

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The last train to Harrowmere had already sighed out of the platform when Bramwick finally arrived, puffing and dripping, his umbrella folded under one arm like a rolled-up map. The rain had followed him down Cobble Lane and all the way up the station steps, and it was still running off the brim of his red woollen hat onto the ticket hall tiles.

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Under the clock, Mrs Ottoline Pell stood waiting in her blue silk dress, a grey cat called Mossby curled on her shoulder like a damp stole. Her husband, Father Tobold, was beside her in his tall top hat, checking his pocket watch with the expression of a man who had been checking it for forty years. Pim, the youngest, had her black bob tucked behind her ears and a suitcase far too large for her, and she was reading the departures board aloud, as though it might change if she said it loudly enough.

'The sun's coming out,' Pim said, pointing up through the glass roof, where a thin red light was splitting the cloud into rays. 'That means the next one's late, doesn't it?' Bramwick unfolded his umbrella and held it over the four of them, and for the first time all afternoon the rain pattered politely on the canvas instead of down his collar. Mossby purred. Tobold muttered about signals.

When the train finally crawled in, steaming and unashamed, they climbed aboard in a line, and Bramwick was the last to step up. He stopped on the footplate, shook the umbrella out one more time, and leaned it against the ticket barrier with a note tucked into its handle: for whoever is caught without one. Then the doors closed, and the sunlight poured through the glass onto a single umbrella, perfectly dry.