Black and grey infinity tattoo of barbed wire and fish hooks with the word Country in script, sitting on the outer thigh.

Fish hook and barbed wire infinity tattoo

Lettering · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

An infinity symbol made of twisted barbed wire, with two fish hooks at the upper left and the word Country in flowing script inside the right loop. The linework is dark and fairly bold, with light grey shading along the wire and hooks. The tattoo is shown close up on a bare thigh, with a seated person's jeans and a bottle in the soft-focus background.

Lettering Thigh Infinity Script Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The longline came up tangled at first light, and Ruth Calloway worked the knots loose with her cold fingers while Dennis steered the Margaret Ann past the breakwater at Skerrow. Every hook had to be baited and flicked over the gunwale in order, or the whole string fouled. Dennis had fished these waters for thirty-one years and still swore at the line like it had insulted his mother.

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Her brother-in-law's sheep farm sat on the moor above the harbour, and most Saturdays she spent there mending fence. The sea and the land wanted the same things from her: hands that didn't quit, and a steady eye for what would snag. Her grandfather used to say the country and the water both took what they were given and never once said thank you. She'd thought him bitter until she was old enough to see he was only tired.

By noon the wind had come round hard from the north-east, and a hook caught the line and wouldn't let go. Dennis shouted for her to cut. She sawed through the wet rope with the gutting knife, and the whole coil sprang loose and whipped across the deck, the hooks flashing like a fistful of thrown coins. Nobody lost a finger, which Dennis declared a miracle and then charged her for the rope.

That evening she sat on the harbour wall and tied a figure of eight in a spare length of cord, the way her grandmother had taught her to show a lead running back on itself. The loop closed where it began. She pulled it tight, tucked the end under, and watched the gulls drop onto the water one by one as the boats came in.