Matching fingerprint heart and infinity tattoos

The Harvest Wonder packed up in Margate on Sunday, and I found your thumb in the ticket book where you left it. I know you'll say it was only ink from the stamp pad, but you pressed too hard, and the whorls came out like a broken clock face. I've kept the page folded in my apron since, the way Mam kept the shilling you gave her for luck.

Remember the night on the Gallopers, when the organ wouldn't stop and we swore we'd meet at the same pitch in the same field next summer? You said a promise made going round in circles counted double. I said that was a daft thing to say, and you laughed so hard the lad on the brake had to shout at us to sit down.

Here's the news. The Wonder's going to Kent for the hop-picking, and I've been offered the candy floss stall on the seafront under the pier, which means I'll be a mile from the sea and nowhere near your fingerprints. So I had Ruth at the tattoo parlour on the high street copy the page onto my arm, heart and all, with a loop underneath like the sign for forever. She did it in grey that goes soft at the edges, so it looks like a mark you'd find on a window after rain.

Come and see it. Bring your own arm. The loop only closes when both of us are in the same field.

Love, Dilys