Black and grey realism tattoo of mountain peaks, a pine forest and a sun inside a diamond-shaped frame on the inner forearm.

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Mountain landscape in a diamond frame on a forearm

Realism · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A diamond-shaped panel shows jagged mountain peaks, rolling hills, a dense band of pine trees and a pale sun behind cloud. The shading is soft and smooth, with fine hatching on the rock faces and dark masses in the foreground trees. The tattoo is entirely black and grey and sits centrally on the forearm against a plain grey wall.

Realism Geometric Forearm Mountain Pine tree Sun Cloud Landscape Hill

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The cloud lifted off the col for the length of one sighting, which was all the Ordnance man had promised me, and in that breath I got the bearing on the twin spurs above Glen Carrack. Mr Fairlie was below with the chain, shouting numbers up the slope that the wind ate before they reached me. I wrote them down anyway, in pencil, because ink freezes in this country before it dries.

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The peak I was after is not on any chart the Admiralty has sent me. The locals call it the Tooth, or sometimes the Widow's Thumb, depending on whom you ask and how much whisky they have had. The old shepherd at Dalmore swore that a man could see its shadow on the sun for a full hour before dawn, though he was never clear whether he meant the shadow or the sun. I drew it as best I could: a rough tooth of rock, a grey hill rolling down to a black belt of pines, and above it all a pale disc of sun that would not quite commit to shining.

By the fourth day the mist had taken the sun entirely and Fairlie wanted to go home. I sat on a wet stone with the instrument in my lap and waited. At half past three the cloud split like a slate, and there it was, exactly where the shepherd had put it, too close to be believable. I did not measure it. I simply sat and looked, and when Fairlie finally came up the slope, out of breath and cursing, he found me with my pencil stopped above a blank page.

'Well?' he said. 'Where is it?' I tore the sheet out and gave him nothing but the empty paper. I folded it into my coat and wrote the bearing on the back of my hand, where it would last until the rain took it.