Black line lettering design reading God is greater than the highs and lows, with the letters G, a chevron and V above a horizontal rule, shown on a plain white background.

God is greater than the highs and lows lettering

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A black line drawing of a tattoo design on a plain white background. Above a horizontal rule sits a stylised group of characters made of angle brackets and a V shape, with the italic words God is greater than the highs and lows set beneath it in two lines. The linework is thin and even, with no shading or colour.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The snow had come down the Cadair Pass in the night, and by dawn the cairns were gone, so Owen Pryce and I went up by the old chainage his father had walked for thirty years. My father never called it anything but the Long Level. He carried a brass theodolite in a leather case that smelled of paraffin, and he would stand at a bench mark chipped into a boulder and squint through the scope as if the hills owed him an explanation.

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Owen wanted to talk about the mining company's offer. I wanted to talk about anything else. We reached the saddle at noon, where the wind came round both shoulders of the ridge at once, and there was the bench mark, cut in the stone in my father's square capitals: a G, then a bracket sign, then a folded V. Beneath it he had written the words that had irritated my mother for years, about the highs and lows, as though the land were a ledger that always balanced somewhere out of sight.

I had always read the arrow as bravado, a surveyor's pride in a peak that topped the next. Owen set down the tripod and tapped the stone. 'It's not a height,' he said. 'It's a comparison. Look.' He sighted the spirit level along the rule, and the bubble sat dead centre in its vial. 'Whatever ground we're standing on, the instrument reads the same from here.'

We walked down into the valley with the theodolite in its case. At the bottom the river was loud and brown and the road was a grey thread, and I found I no longer minded which of the two we had climbed out of. Owen signed the company's letter that evening without asking me. I kept the little level in my coat pocket, and on mornings when I am uncertain I set it on the windowsill and wait for the bubble to settle, which it always does.