Line drawing sheet of nine Celtic knot designs in black outline, including triquetra-style knots and square interlaced knots, shown as tattoo flash.

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Celtic knot flash designs

Geometric · Black and grey · Flash

The sheet shows nine knotwork designs drawn as black outlines on a white background. The top row has five triquetra-style knots built from looped, overlapping arcs, and the bottom row has four square or diamond-shaped interlaced knots, one of which is framed in a stepped border. The linework is uniform and unshaded, and the designs are arranged in an even grid.

Geometric Celtic knot Triquetra Knotwork Interlace Loop

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You learn the knot before you learn anything useful, the way your mother taught you to tie a parcel string at the kitchen table in Hadleigh, each loop going under and over the one before until the thing holds on its own. Nobody in the town talks about the chapel roof any more, but the sheet of paper pinned above the bread bin still has the drawings on it, nine little tangles in black ink. Your father copied them from a book belonging to the vicar's widow, and he would tap the triquetra with the end of his pencil and say that three things that cannot be pulled apart are worth more than any two.

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The summer the bus stopped running past the mill, you walk the long way to the Priory with a tin of biscuits and a pocketful of string. Mrs Tanner is waiting in the porch with her sleeves rolled up. She shows you how to follow a loop without lifting your eye from it, how the square knots need you to cross the same strand four times before the pattern closes. Her hands are older and quicker than yours, and she never once looks at what you are doing wrong. She just unpicks it and lets you try again.

By September the chapel roof is mended and the slates are back in place. Mrs Tanner gives you the paper with the nine designs, the corners soft from handling. You fold it into your satchel and walk home past the mill, where the wheel has started turning again. Your father is still at the table. He looks up, sees the ink on your fingers, and for once says nothing at all, only slides the bread bin along so there is room for the paper.