Colour traditional-style tattoo of two crossed bacon strips with a banner reading I heart BACON and EAT MEAT below, on a limb.

Crossed bacon strips with I heart bacon banner

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The tattoo shows two bacon rashers crossed in an X, with dripping grease details, over a golden banner reading 'I ♥ BACON'. The text 'EAT MEAT' sits in black lettering beneath the design. Bold black outlines, red and orange shading and a light blue background give it a bright, flat-coloured look.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The snow had sealed Carrick Gap for three days, and by Thursday the Gap Café had run out of everything except bacon. Nell Haskett stood at the griddle with a fork in one hand and a tea towel over her shoulder, turning rashers while a dozen stranded lorry drivers stamped their boots on the mat and argued about the weather.

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'Nobody's coming up that road till the plough gets through,' said Dougie Fenn, who hauled timber and had an opinion on everything. 'So you may as well give us something to be cheerful about.' Nell laid two rashers on a thick slice, then a third, and crossed them on the plate like a pair of swords. 'That's a sandwich,' she said. 'Not a sermon.' But she pinned a strip of gold card above the hatch with I heart BACON scrawled across it in red felt, because the card had been sitting in the drawer since her father's day and nobody had the heart to throw it out.

By Saturday the snow had turned to slush and the drivers had started writing their own slogans on napkins. Dougie wrote EAT MEAT across his in capitals so careful the biro tore the paper, and tacked it beside the banner. Nell didn't argue. The plough came grinding up at noon, its orange light sliding across the windows, and the men filed out into the grey with their collars up and grease on their chins.

Nell wiped the griddle and found the napkin still pinned when the room was empty. She left it where it was. Next winter the card was still above the hatch, faded at the corners, and the smell of the griddle reached the road before the first lorry did.