Traditional style colour tattoo of a globe on a stand with pink blossom and a WANDERLUST banner, on a forearm.

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Globe with cherry blossom and Wanderlust banner

Traditional · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A globe on a golden stand is wrapped in a pink banner reading WANDERLUST and surrounded by pink five-petal blossoms and green leaves. The globe shows green land and blue sea, with bold black outlines and flat fills. Colour ink dominates over a soft purple wash in the background, and the design is centred on the skin.

Traditional Forearm Globe Wanderlust Banner Blossom Flower Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The globe lived on the coconut-shy stall every summer from Easter to the last Sunday in September, and every summer my father polished its painted sea with a chamois before the gates opened. Its stand was gold paint over turned pine, and the ribbon round its middle still said WANDERLUST in letters a sign-writer had laid on with a sable brush the year I was born.

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Nobody ever won it. Dad saw to that by setting the rings a finger's width too tight, and by telling the lads who came for a go that the blossom round the bottom was worth more than the ball. I sold tickets from the hatch and counted the nights on the back of them. Forty-one towns, three hundred and six nights, and a ring of pink flowers that never faded, though the paint was cheap and the rain came sideways in Hull.

In October, when the rides were folded onto lorries and the stall came apart in its pieces, Dad lifted the globe down and turned it slowly under the yard light. He pressed his thumb on a green blot the size of a coin. "That's where we'd have gone," he said, "if the fair had ever stopped." Then he handed it to me and said the rings were off for good.

I carried it to the bus station in a holdall, wrapped in the tarpaulin that had covered the hatch all summer. Somewhere past Peterborough I unwrapped it on my knee and found the sea was not blue all the way round. Along the edge of one continent, in pencil and tiny square capitals, he had written the date we first set up in Bury St Edmunds, and beneath it, smaller still, the word home, crossed out.