Two matching fine line outline swallows in black ink, one on each wrist, with the wrists pressed together against a light bedspread.

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Matching swallow wrist tattoos

Fine line · Other · Black and grey · Photo

Two small, matching swallows are drawn in thin black outline with no shading, one on each wrist. Each bird has a forked tail and wings swept back in flight, and the two designs mirror each other in size and pose. The wrists are pressed together against a pale, softly patterned background, with the tattoos sharp and clearly visible.

Fine line Other Swallow Bird Matching Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Every spring the toll-keeper's wife at Scarth Gap counted the swallows under her eaves, and every spring there were two. They had nested in the same crook of the lintel for as long as anyone at the top of the pass could remember, and she set crumbs on the doorstep for them the way her mother had.

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The winter the snow closed the pass early, the pair did not come back in April. She waited through May with the door propped open. In June a drover came down off the fells with a single lame pony and asked for water, and while she filled his bucket he told her he had seen two swallows over the cairn at Black Tarn, flying hard into the north wind, one a length ahead of the other. He said the leader had turned once, as if to look back, before the wind took them both.

She did not believe him until the next morning, when a swallow sat on her gatepost with its forked tail spread, and another dropped out of the sky beside it, close enough to touch. They held their wings swept back in exactly the same way, mirrored, as though one were the other's reflection in still water. The first one went straight to the lintel and began to build again with mud carried up from the beck.

The toll-keeper's wife never charged the drover for his water. She kept the gate open that summer, and the next, and wrote their homecoming in the ledger beside the carts.