Black and white photo of two people seen from behind holding hands, each with a small matching geometric fox head fine line tattoo on the upper arm.

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Matching geometric fox tattoos on two arms

Fine line · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

Two people are seen from behind, holding hands, and each shows a small fox head tattoo on the upper arm. The fox is drawn in fine black linework built from angular geometric facets, with small filled shapes in the face and a triangle above the head. The black and white photograph keeps both tattoos sharp against pale skin, with a plain grey wall behind.

Fine line Geometric Upper arm Fox Matching tattoo Holding hands

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Forty-one stations along the Tamar ridge, and the fox crossed my theodolite line every evening at ten past six. I have it written down. Fox, rust-red, left to right across the third bearing, never hurrying. Harriet laughed when I showed her the page and said I was measuring an animal that had never heard of the Ordnance Survey.

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She was right, though I did not say so. We had spent March triangulating between two church towers and a granite cairn, and every sketch I made of the ground came out as a set of angles with a small fox in the margin, because the fox had decided where the valley's north lay. Harriet drew it better than I did. She could take a rough line and make it a face, three facets for an ear and a single dark wedge for the nose, and she did it on the back of my gridded paper while the kettle sulked on the hut stove.

On the last Thursday the fox did not come. We waited until the light went flat over the marsh, then packed the tripod and walked down together, our boots loud on the wet stone. At the bottom of the track a dog fox sat on the gatepost as if it had been expecting us. Harriet held out her hand, palm up, the way you'd offer a biscuit to a horse. It looked at her, then at me, then went over the wall without any hurry at all.

I redrew the bearing that night and the line closed to within a hand's width of the cairn. Beneath it, in pencil, I wrote her initials and then mine, and beside the fox's bearing I left the box empty. Harriet said it was the only honest entry in the whole book.