Black fine line tattoo on a forearm showing mountains, a hot air balloon, a banner reading all those wander lost and a crossed arrow motif.

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Mountain banner with wander lost lettering on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A black linework tattoo on the inner forearm shows a scrolled banner with the words all those, above the large lettering wander lost. Around the text are outlined mountain peaks, a small hot air balloon, pine trees and a crossed arrow or compass-style mark. The fine, even lines are in black ink only, and the arm rests on white bedding against a plain background.

Fine line Forearm Mountain Hot air balloon Banner Pine tree Arrow Compass

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit yourself down by the range, because I am not telling this twice and the kettle won't wait. It was the spring of fifty-three when Ernie Pargeter came down off Carn Bach with a hot air balloon folded under one arm like a wet tablecloth, and the whole of Tallow Dene turned out in its Sunday coats to see what fool had tried to float over the mountains.

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Ernie was a postman, which is to say he knew every track and lane in the valley and got lost in none of them. Yet he carried a map his grandfather had drawn, the peaks in a neat row in brown ink and a compass rose in the corner, with a line scratched on the back: all those who wander are not lost. The words had faded so that the last part looked more like a warning than a comfort. He wanted to see the peaks from above, he said, so the lines on the paper would finally make sense.

So up he went one windless morning, with Mary Hosking holding the rope and the vicar holding his hat. The balloon rose slow over the pines until the wind found it and carried him west over the ridge, where nobody had gone since the old quarry closed. We watched the red and cream silk shrink to a bead against the peaks. By dinner time the bead had not come back.

Mary sent the boys up with lanterns. They returned at dusk with one thing only, a scrap of canvas snagged on a gorse bush and a brass compass with its needle still swinging. Ernie had not been lost at all, Mary said, he had simply gone where the map ran out. If you climb Carn Bach on a clear day you will see a faded flag tied to the highest cairn, and it has not moved in seventy years.