Two bare feet with matching black script tattoos reading Her Daughter and Her Mother, on the side and sole of each foot.

Matching 'Her Daughter' and 'Her Mother' script on feet

Lettering · Other · Black and grey · Photo

Two bare feet rest on a wooden floor, one showing the words Her Daughter along the side of the foot and the other showing Her Mother on the sole. The lettering is a fine, flowing black script with thin, even linework and no shading. The photograph is taken at close range with the toes and red nail polish visible, against a plain indoor background.

Lettering Fine line Other Script Word Feet Matching

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The brush had dried twice before Nell Harrow found the rhythm of the loop, and Mrs Pardoe, leaning on the gunwale of the Ada May with a mug going cold in her hands, watched every stroke as though the letters might bolt. Nell had been lettering boards along the Grand Union for thirty years, and she knew the difference between a name and a promise. This job was a pair of them, to go on two boats moored nose to tail below the Hatton flight.

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"Put the small one on the cabin side," Mrs Pardoe said. "Where she'll see it from the towpath." The small one was the Wren, a butty with brass gone green at the rails, and the words for her were HER DAUGHTER, in the flowing script Nell kept for christenings and headstones. The Ada May would carry HER MOTHER across her stern board in a deeper blue. Nell asked why the two boats needed each other's names. Mrs Pardoe said the Wren had been her girl's first boat, bought with a loan from a bank that no longer existed, and that the girl had gone north to work the ferries and sent a postcard every Christmas with nothing written on the back but a row of kisses.

Nell worked through the afternoon, the thin line of the capitals lifting off the paint like a bird off a fence. Near four o'clock a lock gate groaned open below them and a narrowboat slid past with a child on the roof waving a towel. Mrs Pardoe waved back without looking up from her tea.

By dusk the two names leaned toward each other across the water, the way people lean on a towpath rail when they have stopped pretending to be in a hurry. Mrs Pardoe came out with a second mug and set it down on the Wren's roof for the girl who was not there yet, then went below to put the kettle on again.