Traditional colour swallow tattoos with red roses and small stars on the tops of both feet, above navy espadrilles.

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Matching swallows and roses on both feet

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Two matching swallow tattoos sit on the tops of a pair of feet, each with spread blue and black wings above a red rose. Small black stars are scattered around both designs, and bold dark outlines give a classic flash look with solid fills. Rolled denim and navy canvas espadrilles with anchor and bow motifs frame the image against a grey paved ground.

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The swallows came back to the harbour wall the same week the Marigold docked with her hold empty, and Old Tam Brenner said that was no coincidence. He had a saying his father taught him: a swallow over the sea means a sailor who has come home a long way. He stood on the quay with his cap in his hands and watched the birds dip under the gantry as if they had paid for their passage.

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His daughter Ruth had no time for omens. She ran the chandlery on Fore Street, sorting rope by lay and gauge, and she had a bolt of navy canvas in the back room and a tin of pink dye bought for a christening that never happened. When her father asked for a pair of espadrilles for the wedding, she stitched white bows across the toes and a small brass anchor on each heel, and told him the swallows could fly wherever they liked.

The wedding was held in the lifeboat house. Tam danced with the bride's mother, who trod on his toes twice, and afterwards he sat on an upturned crate and laughed at the swallows nesting in the rafters. Ruth brought out two cups of tea and found him studying the flagstones, where the gulls had left a dozen white marks like punctuation.

"Every star is a port," he said, nodding at his shoes. "The rose is the one that waited." Ruth looked at the tiny anchors and the crooked bows she had sewn that morning, and realised he had never once asked her to make them straight. "How many ports?" she asked. He thought about it for a long time, then shook his head and said he'd lost count somewhere off Valparaíso.

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