Colour tattoo on the forearm reading Let's go exploring in black script, with a blue bobble hat and a yellow and black striped scarf, plus a small black band near the wrist.

Let's go exploring lettering on a forearm

Lettering · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

The tattoo sits on the forearm and reads LET'S GO in small capitals above EXPLORING in large black script lettering. A blue bobble hat with a green pompom sits on the left of the word, and a yellow and black striped scarf curls beneath the final letters. The lettering has solid black outlines, while the hat and scarf use flat blue, green and yellow fills.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The scarf had been sulking since Tuesday, when the hat suggested the seaside and the scarf said the seaside was for people with sensible shoes. For four winters they had hung side by side on the brass hook by the back door of number nineteen, and the hook had grown tired of them too.

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Their knitter, Maureen Pask, had died in March with a half-finished mitten in her knitting bag, and nobody in the house knew what to do with the wool except her grandson Ellis, who came on Saturdays to water the ferns. One grey morning he took the hat down and put it on, because it was cold and because it was blue, the colour of the bus he used to ride to school. The scarf, not wishing to be left behind, wound itself round his neck with a satisfied rustle of stripes.

They walked to the end of the road, then the end of the town, then past the gasworks where the pavement gave up. The hat kept pointing at things: a heron standing on a slate roof, a cracked bell in a churchyard, a front door painted the exact green of its pompom. Ellis did not know where they were going, which the hat said was the whole point.

At dusk they reached the river wall and a sign that read NO FURTHER. The scarf, for once, had nothing to say. Ellis looked back the way they had come and found he could pick out his grandmother's street from here, every lit window of it. He turned the hat so the pompom faced home, then stepped over the sign's rusted chain and said, to nobody but the river, let's go.