Two black and grey claddagh tattoos, each showing a heart held between two hands beneath a crown, on the fingers of two people's hands.

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Claddagh finger tattoos in black and grey

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Two matching claddagh tattoos sit on adjacent fingers, each showing a heart held between two hands with a crown above. The linework is dark and fairly bold, with some grey shading in the hands and crown. The tattoos are shown in close focus against a dark background, with the fingers of both hands overlapping in the frame.

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Dear Tom,

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The Bramleys came in early this year, so the whole orchard smells of vinegar and wasps by four o'clock. Dad has the ladders out along the Kingston row and I am on the press with Mrs Pugh, who still calls you the boy who ate the windfalls off the wall. She sends her love and says you owe her a jar of marmalade from 1987.

Your letter arrived on Tuesday with the Halifax stamp on it. I read it twice on the back step with the cider jug between my knees. You say the crossing was rough and the cook gave you a tin of golden syrup as if it were bullion, and that the gulls near the harbour will take a chip straight from your fingers. I laughed at that. Then I got to the part about the silversmith on Barrington Street wanting a man who can work fine chain, and I put the page down on the bench for a while.

Gran's old claddagh ring is still in the biscuit tin under my bed, the one with the crown worn almost smooth. On Saturday I took it to the jeweller in Hereford and asked him to make a second pair in plain silver, the same hands, the same heart, the same crown. He held them up to the window and said he had not seen better work in a month. They are in the envelope with this letter. Put yours on before you write back, and I will put mine on the morning the last of the Bramleys comes down.

Mum says the cider is turning in the barrel. I am turning too, toward the lane every time the post van rattles up it. Come home when the trees are bare, or don't, but tell me the ring fits.

Love, Nell

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