Two colour cartoon tattoos on skin: a pink train saying I CHOO-CHOO-CHOOSE YOU with red hearts on the left, and a cartoon old man holding a paddle with THAT'S PADDLIN' lettering on the right.

Cartoon train and paddling old man tattoos

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The left photograph shows a bold, outlined cartoon steam train with a face, puffing a speech bubble that reads I CHOO-CHOO-CHOOSE YOU, with small red hearts around it. The right photograph shows a cartoon elderly man with a white beard, a bald head and a teal top, holding a paddle, with THAT'S PADDLIN' lettering arched above him. Both use flat fills in pink, yellow, red and teal with dark outlines on plain skin.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Our farm sat at the end of the Gorse Hill branch line, where a little pink engine called Hettie hauled sugar beet twice a week and never once arrived on time. Winter was when she showed off. Frost furred the rails, and she came grinding round the bend with her headlamp lit and steam pouring off her like a sheep shaking out its wool.

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Mrs Pruett in the station cottage had a soft spot for the engineer, Mr Oakes, who wore a beard down to his belt and stood on the footplate as if he owned the county. Every morning he raised his cap to her window. Every morning she pretended not to see, then tipped a jar of plum jam onto the sill for him to collect on the way back. Nobody expected anything to come of it, least of all Oakes, who was seventy-one and swore he could only steer by the smell of coal.

The flood came in the second week of February. The lower field went under, the lane turned to brown soup, and the only road to the station ran through three feet of water. Gramps kept an old punt in the cart shed, so I rowed it out at dusk and found Mr Oakes paddling towards us with a fence plank for an oar, his beard streaming. He had jumped the points in the flood and walked the last mile. "Mrs Pruett," he called across the water, "I choo-choo-choose you." She laughed so hard she dropped her lamp in the water, and it went out with a hiss like a kettle.

They married in April, and Hettie wore a garland of paper hearts up her smokebox. Oakes still paddles to the station on Sundays, plank over his shoulder, and when anyone asks how he manages the flooded lane he just grins and says, "That's paddlin'."