Woman seen from behind with her hair in a bun, showing colour botanical tattoos on her left upper arm and both shoulder blades.

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Floral tattoos on a woman's back and arms

Botanical · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

A woman with her hair in a loose bun is seen from behind, wearing a grey sleeveless top. Coloured floral tattoos with red blooms and green leaves sit on her left upper arm and shoulder, with a further leafy design on her right shoulder blade. The soft, film-style photograph has a blurred background of hanging greenery, pendant lights and blue metal chairs.

Botanical Upper arm Shoulder Back Flower Leaves Floral Plant

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit yourself down, love, by the window, though mind the chair, its back leg wobbles like a drunk on the pier. You're wondering about the bundles hanging from the beams? My Ada put those up the summer the Gannet Inn burned, when every decent cook along the bay was scrambling for a kitchen. Sea lavender and samphire, tied by the stalk and dried upside down, so the whole dining room smelt of hay and salt for a month.

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There was a painter that August, Teodor Quill, off the Penzance boat with a sketchbook under his arm and not a penny to spare. He took a room at the top of the stairs and paid in drawings. He wanted to paint Ada's hands, red from the poppies she grew along the wall in front of the house, because he said nobody in Cornwall had hands like that, all knuckles and grit and flowers. She told him he could have her hands when he'd earned a week's board, and that she'd see him at breakfast.

He left on the Tuesday before the regatta, owing nothing, and took only a bunch of dried poppies wrapped in a page of newspaper. Eleven years on, a parcel came from Lisbon. Inside was a sheet of thick paper, and on it were those same poppies, drawn in red and green ink so close you could smell the dust on them. There was no letter, only his name in the corner. Ada pinned it up by the kitchen door, and it's hung there ever since.

So when you ask why nothing in this house is ever thrown out, that's your answer. Things here only get hung up to wait, and most of them come back round.